A Boy Has To Peddle His Book.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

I Think I Would Have Written Five Times As Much As I've Written If I Didn't Have This Terrible Sense Of Perfection.

Of Course, At Their Best, Movies Are Anti-literature And, As A Medium, Belong Not To Writers, Not To Actors, But To Directors.

Most Contemporary Novelists, Especially The American And The French, Are Too Subjective, Mesmerized By Private Demons; Theyre Enraptured By Their Navels And Confined By A View That Ends With Their Own Toes.

It's Worth Your Life To Order An Omelette In Most Restaurants. You Never Know What You're Going To Get.