there are two kinds of people in this world : those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.

I'll follow him to the ends of the earth,' she sobbed. Yes, darling. But the earth doesn't have any ends. Columbus fixed that.

I am looking for the novelists whose writing is an extension of their intellect rather than an extension of their neurosis.

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

To an artist a metaphor is as real as a dollar.

I started writing when I was 5 years old. I would dictate stories to my mother, and she would copy them in a scrapbook. If she changed anything to make it, in her opinion, better, I would throw a tantrum.

To be or not to be isn't the question. The question is how to prolong being.