Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves.

I Wrote Much Because I Was Paid Little. I Had No Great Desire To Leave A Literary Name Behind Me.

The Unconscious Mind Has A Habit Of Asserting Itself In The Afternoon.

It'll Be Your Own Torture," He Said, Serious. "i Hope To God It'll Torture You To Madness.

Life's Only Choosing When To Die. Life's A Big Postponement Because The Choice Is So Difficult. It's A Tremendous Relief Not To Have To Choose.

All Art Preserves Mysteries Which Aesthetic Philosophers Tackle In Vain.