The measure of artistic merit is the length to which a writer is willing to go in following his own compulsions.

We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.

Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?

Hemingway describes literary New York as a bottle full of tapeworms trying to feed on each other.