The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in.

I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

What a writer's obituary should read - he wrote the books, then he died.

In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world.

I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day.

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