She Was A Handsome Woman Of Forty-five

If You Are A Genius, You'll Make Your Own Rules, But If Not - And The Odds Are Against It - Go To Your Desk No Matter What Your Mood, Face The Icy Challenge Of The Paper - Write.

I Can't Help Feeling Wary When I Hear Anything Said About The Masses. First You Take Their Faces From 'em By Calling 'em The Masses And Then You Accuse 'em Of Not Having Any Faces.

We Plan, We Toil, We Suffer - In The Hope Of What? A Camel-load Of Idol's Eyes? The Title Deeds Of Radio City? The Empire Of Asia? A Trip To The Moon? No, No, No, No. Simply To Wake Just In Time To Smell Coffee And Bacon And Eggs.

A Novelist Who Writes Nothing For 10 Years Finds His Reputation Rising. Because I Keep On Producing Books They Say There Must Be Something Wrong With This Fellow.

I Fancy That The Hell Of Too Many People Would Occupy A Respectable Place In The Hierarchy Of Infernal Regions.