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Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.
Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.
If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.
The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.
I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.
People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.
And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.
Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.
I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.
Some of my best friedns are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children.
... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please.
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.
That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think.
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies
The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?
Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
I don't necessarily intend to publish posthumously, but I do like to write for myself.
It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true.
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.
I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.
But you can't always tell - with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane.
But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.
If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
If I were God, I certainly wouldn't want people to love me sentimentally. It's too unreliable.
I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.
This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't.
You think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't.
I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.
Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.
I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.
In the first place, you’re way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself.
Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.
That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.