All writers are discontent. That's because they're aware of a potential and believe they're not reaching it.

We get very little wisdom from success, you know.

All of the sudden," he said, "I feel different-- not like I ever felt before. Even when Papa died I didn't feel this way. In two days everything is changed. I'm lonely and I don't now what I'm lonely for

Be grateful for yourself...be thankful.

My work has always been the product of my time.

Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.

What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?