Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.

What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.

That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

When I'm writing, I never write more than four hours a day.

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

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.

I hated Hemingway. I liked Faulkner but he was a bore.