I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

Those whom we first love we seldom marry

If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.

A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.