The streets were dark with something more then night.

What greater prestige can a man like me (not too gifted, but very understanding) have than to have taken a cheap, shoddy and utterly lost kind of writing, and have made of it something that intellectuals claw each other about?

I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.

The actual writing is what you live for. The rest is something you have to get through in order to arrive at the point.

She was kind of girl who'd eat all your cashews and leave you with nothing but peanuts and filberts.

All reading for pleasure is entertainment.

Some days I feel like playing it smooth. Some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.