Yes, I get dry spells. Sometimes I can't turn out a thing for three months. When one of those spells comes on I quit trying to work and go out and see something of life. You can't write a story that's got any life in it by sitting at a writing table and thinking. You've got to get out into the streets, into the crowds, talk with people, and feel the rush and throb of real life-that's the stimulant for a story writer.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

Be always decent and right in your home town; and when you're on the road, never take more than four glasses of beer a day or play higher than a twenty-five-cent limit.

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.

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

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.