You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.

All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

I've never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn't have a price tag on the other side.

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

He didn't ask "Where will you spend eternity?" as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, "With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?