If somebody says, "I love you," to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? "I love you, too."

All male writers, incidentally, no matter how broke or otherwise objectionable, have pretty wives. Somebody should look into this.

It was headquartered in Michigan City, a long way off. I never saw Ku Klux Klan march.

I'm simply interested in what is going to happen next. I don't think I can control my life or my writing. Every other writer I know feels he is steering himself, and I don't have that feeling. I don't have that sort of control. I'm simply becoming. I'm startled that I became a writer.

Never take liquor into the bedroom. Don't stick anything in your ears. Be anything but an architect. Live in a nice country rather than a powerful one. Power makes everybody crazy. Get somebody to teach you to play a musical instrument.

Beer, of course, is actually a depressant, but poor people will never stop hoping otherwise.

You can't fight progress. The best you can do is ignore it, until it finally takes your livelihood and self-respect away.