As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

Love Breaks My Bones And I Laugh

That Was The Trouble With Being A Writer, That Was The Main Trouble—leisure Time, Excessive Leisure Time. You Had To Wait Around For The Buildup Until You Could Write And While You Were Waiting You Went Crazy, And While You Were Going Crazy You Drank And The More You Drank The Crazier You Got.

... To Die On A Kitchen Floor At 7 O'clock In The Morning While Other People Are Frying Eggs Is Not So Rough Unless It Happens To You.

To Do A Dull Thing With Style-now That's What I Call Art.

If I Bet On Humanity, I'd Never Cash A Ticket.