I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.

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

Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.

Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.