I don't want realism. I want magic!

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

When I was fourteen, my father decided to initiate me into the ways of manhood, and took me to the local whorehouse. The woman spread her legs, and made me look between them. All I could see was something that looked like a dyin' orchid; consequently, I have never been comfortable around women or orchids.

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...