Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never

Being American Is, I Think, A Very Difficult Thing In Art, Because All The Elements Are European.

Women Are Really Much Nicer Than Men: No Wonder We Like Them.

When Starting To Think About Any Novel, Part Of The Motive Is: I'm Going To Show Them, This Time.

I Was Never An Angry Young Man. I Am Angry Only When I Hit My Thumb With A Hammer.

The World That Seemed So Various And New, Well, It Does Contract. One's Burning Desire To Investigate Human Behavior, And To Make, Or Imply, Statements About It, Does Fall Off. And So One Does Find That Early Works Are Full Of Energy And Also Full Of Vulgarity, Crudity, And Incompetence, And Later Works Are More Carefully Finished, And In That Sense Better Literary Products. But . . . There's Often A Freshness That Is Missing In Later Works--for Every Gain There's A Loss. I Think It Evens Out In That Way.