In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not.

...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.

Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good.

Don't bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?

In every writer there is a certain amount of the scavenger.