The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.
Just another four-letter word.
The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.
But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.