I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.

The feeble-minded, the neurotic, the criminal, perhaps, also, the artist, have unpredictability and perverted innocence in common.

The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.

I've never been a teacher in my life.

One day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation... I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards - and, of course, the whip God gave me.

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