I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What's in it for me?

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

"You don't believe in God," I said to Stein. "God is a word banging around in the human nervous system. He exists about as much as Santa Claus." "Santa Claus has had a tremendous influence, exist or not." "For children." "Lots of saints have died for God with a courage that's hardly childish." "That's part of the horror. It's all a fantasy. It's all for nothing."

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.