Mostly I Just Kill Time," He Said,

Throw Up Into Your Typewriter Every Morning. Clean Up Every Noon.

The Creative Artist Seems To Be Almost The Only Kind Of Man That You Could Never Meet On Neutral Ground. You Can Only Meet Him As An Artist. He Sees Nothing Objectively Because His Own Ego Is Always In The Foreground Of Every Picture

Any Man Who Can Write A Page Of Living Prose Adds Something To Our Life, And The Man Who Can, As I Can, Is Surely The Last To Resent Someone Who Can Do It Even Better. An Artist Cannot Deny Art, Nor Would He Want To. A Lover Cannot Deny Love.

Organized Crime Is The Dirty Side Of The Sharp Dollar.

I Was Neat, Clean, Shaved And Sober And I Didn't Care Who Knew It.