There is nothing more distressing or tiresome than a writer standing in front of an audience and reading his work.

What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.

We're comic. We're all comics. We live in a comic time. And the worse it gets the more comic we are.

Everybody has that feeling when they look at a work of art and it's right, that sudden familiarity, a sort of...recognition, as though they were creating it themselves, as though it were being created through them while they look at it or listen to it.

I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!

Justice? You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.