“I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”

“I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”

“There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy.”

“How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?”

“You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.”

“I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”

“I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.”

“I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”

“A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.”