I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.

Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.