I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you tell your life story for true.

That's not writing, that's typing

I used to spend all of my time projecting. I was never in the moment. It was always tomorrow or next week or two months from now. That was one of the reasons I always had this sense of anxiety.

And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.