The dilemma of the critic has always been that if he knows enough to speak with authority, he knows too much to speak with detachment.

The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.

All men who read escape from something else into what lies behind the printed page; the quality of the dream may be argued, but its release has become a functional necessity.

Most people go through life using up half their energy trying to protect a dignity they never had

The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.

Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.

Dames lie about anything - just for practice.