I Love You To Pieces,

I'm Beginning To Feel That No Author Has The Right To Tear His Characters Apart If He Doesn't Know How, Or Feel That He Knows How (poor Sucker) To Put Them Together Again. I'm Tired—my God, So Tired—of Leaving Them All Broken On The Page With Just 'the End' Written Underneath.

It Is My Rather Subversive Opinion That A Writer's Feelings Of Anonymity-obscurity Are The Second Most Valuable Property On Loan To Him During His Working Years.

God, I Wish You Could Have Been There.

You're Lucky If You Get Time To Sneeze In This Goddam Phenomenal World.

I Thought What I'd Do Was I'd Pretend I Was One Of Those Deaf-mutes.