To the devil with false modesty.

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

There should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall.

Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.