All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.

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

By artist I mean of course everyone who has tried to create something which was not here before him, with no other tools and material than the uncommer-ciable ones of the human spirit.

If a story is in you, it has to come out.

When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.