A writer should always have some profession which brings him into close contact with the reality's of life.

A man with money to pay for a meal can talk about hunger without demeaning himself. ... But for a man with no money hunger is a disgrace.

cats will be clean in a pigsty while pigs will be dirty in a marble hall.

I've been in New York only a few days and I have learned only two words of your language: one is Swell, and the other is Lousy. ... 'It's swell to be with you and excuse, please, my lousy English!

serious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning.

To me, writing is not a profession. You might as well call living a profession. Or having children. Anything you can't help doing.

Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.