The reading public is intellectually adolescent at best, and it is obvious that what is called ''significant literature'' will only be sold to this public by exactly the same methods as are used to sell it toothpaste, cathartics and automobiles.

She had eyes like strange sins.

He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.

The creative artist seems to be almost the only kind of man that you could never meet on neutral ground. You can only meet him as an artist. He sees nothing objectively because his own ego is always in the foreground of every picture

I have made three rules of writing for myself that are absolutes: Never take advice. Never show or discuss work in progress. Never answer a critic.

One would think a writer would be happy here — if a writer is ever happy anywhere.

I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.