Nature, It Appears, Has Been Rather More

This Medal (the National Book Award) Together With My American Express Card, Will Identify Me Worldwide ... Except At Bloomingdale's.

I Loathe Writing. On The Other Hand I'm A Great Believer In Money.

If Travel Has Taught Me Nothing More, And It Certainly Has, It's This: You Never Know When Some Trifling Incident, Utterly Without Significance, May Pitchfork You Into Adventure Or, By The Same Token, May Not.

I'll Dispose Of My Teeth As I See Fit, And After They've Gone, I'll Get Along. I Started Off Living On Gruel, And By God, I Can Always Go Back To It Again.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.