It's deprivation that makes people writers, if they have it in them to be a writer.

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

Who knows what oversensitive is, considering all there is to be sensitive to.

If I had had to write only about imaginary people, I would have had to close up my typewriter. I wrote about my life in less and less disguise as I grew older, and finally with no disguise - except the disguise we create for ourselves, which is self-deception.