It's a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year. Votes: 5
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make. Votes: 4
All literature is gossip. Votes: 0
Nancy clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that is the definition of a lady. Votes: 0
New York is the only real city-city. Votes: 0
A boy has to peddle his book. Votes: 0
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make. Votes: 0
I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years. Votes: 0
Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote. Votes: 0
That's not writing, that's typing Votes: 0
[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity? Votes: 0
All artists are two-headed calves. Votes: 0
But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius. Votes: 0
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky Votes: 0
Good writing is rewriting. Votes: 0
I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating. Votes: 0
I live in Brooklyn. By choice, Votes: 0
I'm not a philosopher. Votes: 0
I'm scarcely an enfant! Votes: 0
I'm sure Proust was a big bore. Votes: 0
In California everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist. Votes: 0
I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race. Votes: 0
Let's take everything just as it is. Votes: 0
Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky. Votes: 0
Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old. Votes: 0
She sounds the way bananas taste. Votes: 0
Talent is a valued tormentor. Votes: 0
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have. Votes: 0
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically. Votes: 0
Traveling wears me out. Votes: 0
With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine. Votes: 0
Work is the only device I know of. Votes: 0