The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!

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

I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

An artist must believe in himself - Possibly not so passionately as Lawrence - but passionately. Your belief is contagious. Others say - He is vain - but they are affected.

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.