But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.

My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.

...to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

That is my story. Believe what you will. I remember it all

But year after year that summons, unheard but felt, was disobeyed. His one secret thought became like a chain binding down his spirit and like a serpent gnawing into his heart.

I think our brain is our soul. I don’t believe in after-life and much less in a sort of buildings-like heaven, where you meet friends, enemies, relatives.

There's no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery. You can't do any business from there.

Listen, ump. How can you sleep with the lights on?

Donald Trump as a figurehead is the opposite of that - he's regression, he's taking a step backward.

I personally think Chimes of Midnight is a much better film than Citizen Kane.

I don't think people have seen yet what I can really do. Only appetizers!

Great principles, great ideals know no nationality.