Let’s not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-man’s-land, halfway between dreams and reality.

Some criticism, no doubt, is constructive, but too much is a subtle poison.

It’s the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats.

(It’s) a fair exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you know.

The eyes of his friend were moist and dark, and in them he saw the little rectangled pictures of himself that he had watched a thousand times.

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.

A true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.

people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

If production be capitalistic in form, so, too, will be reproduction.

If I was a locksmith, I'd be pimping that out man. I'll trade you a free key duplication for. That joke made me laugh before I could finish it, which is good, because it had no ending.

We have to be careful of not injecting more uncertainty than economy can handle

Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.

War creates its own intensity of hatred... You don't want to use force except as an absolute last resort.