I never can understand how two men can write a book together. To me, that’s like three people getting together to have a baby.

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.

One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.

Dearest Charles-- I found a box of this paper at the back of a bureau so I must write to you as I am mourning for my lost innocence. It never looked like living. The doctors despaired of it from the start... I am never quite alone. Members of my family keep turning up and collecting luggage and going away again, but the white raspberries are ripe. I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits. Love or what you will. S.