Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

It's hard enough for me to write what I want to write without me trying to write what you say they want me to write which I don't want to write.

We're left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day's playtime.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed them, or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy.