I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

A woman holds dreadful power over a man who is in love with her but she should realize that the quality and force of his love is the index of his potential contempt and hatred.

If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.

To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.

Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

To a monster the norm must seem monstrous, since everyone is normal to himself.