...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless.

So the only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. All the wrong environment will do is run his blood pressure up; he will spend more time being frustrated or outraged. My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey.

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.