...he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?" I said, "I don't know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.

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

To literary critics a book is assumed to be guilty until it proves itself innocent.

The only way I could finish a book and get a plot was just to keep making it longer until something happens.

And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.

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

Never eat in a place called 'Mom's'.