The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.

At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.

-You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... -To lay her cards out on the table.

Being disappointed is one thing and being discouraged is something else. I am disappointed but I am not discouraged.

Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you--gently, with love, and hand your life back to you, like something gold you let go of--and I can! I'm determined to do it--and nothing's more determined than a cat on a tin roof--is there?

I can find almost anything funny, thank God, so you search for the black, lacy slip that encases the corpse. You know, shift the angle. God may take away, but he often leaves you with a terrific opening line for the next adventure. I would suggest taking it. Move on; change the angle; look at it in a different way tomorrow.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!