I've never had an affair with somebody who wasn't at the same time a very good friend of mine, if you see what I mean.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.

If you happen to capture my imagination for some reason and I decide to write about you and you don't like what I wrote about you, which is entirely possible, then yes, I'm a dangerous writer.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.