A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses.

Opinions, from experts, cost money.

Every book takes me from 35 to 41 days to write. I don't know why that is. I've tried to get it down to 30 or 31, depending on the length of the month, but it won't work. I don't drink while I'm writing because it fuddles my logical processes, but when I finish a book I go down to the kitchen and pour myself a big belt.

I don't approve of open fires. You can't think, or talk or even make love in front of a fireplace. All you can do is stare at it.

As between the intolerable and the merely distasteful, I must choose the latter.

Man's brain, enlarged fortuitously, invented words in an ambitious attempt to learn how to think, only to have them usurped by his emotions. But we still try.

The brain can be hoodwinked but not the stomach.