And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless.

A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.

Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat...nor make love for eight hours...

the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.