It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.

I don't recommend being a bachelor, but it helps if you want to write.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy -yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.

A book, a true book, is the writer's confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.

Never lie down with a woman who's got more troubles than you.