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

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

Writing to me is a deeply personal, even a secret function and when the product I turned loose it is cut off from me and I have no sense of its being mine. Consequently criticism doesn't mean anything to me. As a disciplinary matter, it is too late.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

It is the nature of a person as he/she grows older to protest against change, particularly changes for the better.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do...Try to be better than yourself.