A critic is someone who enters the battlefield after the war is over and shoots the wounded.

Every social war is a battle between the very few on both sides who care and who fire their shots across a crowd of spectators.

By adherence to a special set of rules, the child of the shabby-genteel can sometimes leap across the time which has passed by his family and function in the real world without doing violence to the hopes his mother held out for him. But those who cannot live within this pattern are the freaks and poets, and they travel a different road to peace.

A critic is someone who enters the battlefield after the war is over and shoots the wounded.

America... an economic system prouder of the distribution of its products than of the products themselves.

We are all addicts in various stages of degradation where I live on the Upper West Side, some to heroin, some to small dogs, and some to the New York Times. The heroin is cut, the dogs are paranoid, and the Times cheats by skimping on the West Coast ball scores. No matter, each of us goes upon the street solely in pursuit of his own particular curse.

The faces in New York remind me of people who played a game and lost.