The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means.

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.

I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means.

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.