Money Always Ends Up Making You Blue.

It Is My Rather Subversive Opinion That A Writer's Feelings Of Anonymity-obscurity Are The Second Most Valuable Property On Loan To Him During His Working Years.

If You Sat Around There Long Enough And Heard All The Phonies Applauding And All, You Got To Hate Everybody In The World, I Swear You Did.

Nobody Who's Really Using His Ego, His Real Ego, Has Any Time For Any Goddam Hobbies

I Know. I'm Very Hard To Talk To. I Realize That.

I Don't Even Know What I Was Running For—i Guess I Just Felt Like It.