You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.

I Hadn't Found Out Yet That Mankind Consists Of Two Very Different Races, The Rich And The Poor. It Took Me ... And Plenty Of Other People . . . Twenty Years And The War To Learn To Stick To My Class And Ask The Price Of Things Before Touching Them, Let Alone Setting My Heart On Them.

Man Hardly Comes In More Than Two Varieties, Wherever He Is, Whatever He Does: Workers And Pimps ... They're Either One Or The Other! ... And Inventors, The Worst Kind Of Jobholder! ... They Stand Condemned! ... The Writer Who Doesn't Pimp Along, Peacefully Plagiarizing, Who Doesn't Pump Out The Pop Stuff, He's Had It! ... Everybody Hates Him!

The Whole Business Of Your Life Overwhelms You When You Live Alone. One's Stupefied By It. To Get Rid Of It You Try To Daub Some Of It Off On To People Who Come To See You, And They Hate That. To Be Alone Trains One For Death.