Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.

A gentleman can live through anything.

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

A man or a race either if he's any good can survive his past without even needing to escape from it and not because of the high quite often only too rhetorical rhetoric of humanity but for the simple indubitable practical reason of his future: that capacity to survive and absorb and endure and still be steadfast.

The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.

My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.