The Tigers Have Found Me And I

It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves And Grief Gone Like An Ocean Liner.

There Is Only One Place To Write And That Is Alone At A Typewriter. The Writer Who Has To Go Into The Streets Is A Writer Who Does Not Know The Streets. . . When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

No Matter How Little A Man Has He Will Find That He Will Always Settle For Less.

There's No Defense Except All The Errors Made

Sometimes A Man Doesn’t Know What To Do About Things And Sometimes It’s Best To Lie Very Still And Try Not To Think At All About Anything.