What I Think Is, You're Supposed To

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally. They're Always Sticking Their Emotions In Things That Have No Emotions.

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

I'm Beginning To Feel That No Author Has The Right To Tear His Characters Apart If He Doesn't Know How, Or Feel That He Knows How (poor Sucker) To Put Them Together Again. I'm Tired—my God, So Tired—of Leaving Them All Broken On The Page With Just 'the End' Written Underneath.

You Don't Always Have To Get Too Sexy To Get To Know A Girl.

Give Me An Honest Con Man Any Day.