It's bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.

That's all a writer has to write about - what he sees and hears and what not.

I remember things the way they should have been.

The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.

I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.