I Think The Job Of The Artist

He Have His Goodness Now. God Forbid I Take It From Him!

The Best Work That Anybody Ever Writes Is The Work That Is On The Verge Of Embarrassing Him, Always.

When Irrational Terror Takes To Itself The Fiat Of Moral Goodness Somebody Has To Die. ... No Man Lives Who Has Not Got A Panic Button, And When It Is Pressed By The Clean White Hand Of Moral Duty, A Certain Murderous Train Is Set In Motion.

Controlled Hysteria Is What's Required. To Exist Constantly In A State Of Controlled Hysteria. It's Agony. But Everyone Has Agony. The Difference Is That I Try To Take My Agony Home And Teach It To Sing.

The American Dream Is The Largely Unacknowledged Screen In Front Of Which All American Writing Plays Itself Out.