Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.

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.

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

Oh, I haven't reached any peak. I hit the bottom in the '60s. When a certain actress undertook the leading role in a recent play of mine, she referred to me as "that old derelict." Not to my face, but behind my back.