Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

I have never been able to write with anything more than the left hand of my mind; the right hand has always been engaged in something to do with personal relationships. I don't complain, because I think my left hand's power, as much as it has, is due to its knowledge of what my right hand is doing.

Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

the reward for total abstinence from alcohol seems, illogically enough, to be the capacity for becoming intoxicated without it.

Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.

In these pages your imaginations, your desires, your passions are given life; Thoughts take shape that turn into dreams and our aspirations all start with a dream. Reading is where those dreams really can come true over and over again.