There are dozens of young poets and fictioneers most of them a little insane in the tradition of James Joyce, who, however insane they may be, have refused to be genteel and traditional and dull.

When fascism comes to the United States it will be wrapped in the American flag and will claim the name of 100-percent Americanism

She did her work with the thoroughness of a mind which reveres details and never quite understands them.

It is impossible to discourage the real writers - they don't give a damn what you say, they're going to write.

Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every other country.

Being a man given to oratory and high principles, he enjoyed the sound of his own vocabulary and the warmth of his own virtue.

The trouble with this country is that there are too many people going about saying, "The trouble with this country is...."

Sleep with me sleep with my dogs-

When facism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the American flag.

I must say I'm not very fond of oratory that's so full of energy it hasn't any room for facts.

There is no greater compliment to the Jews than the fact that the degree of their unpopularity is always the scientific measure of the cruelty and silliness of the regime under which they live.

Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.

No one should be able to tail me unnoticed, no matter how good they are.I'm supposed to be better.

I have always been afraid of banks.

All writing begins in the sea of experience.

I read neither good nor bad about me. I let it not even in my life, so it has no effect on me. I am very sensitive.

Reactionary: One who wants the rules enforced so nobody can take his pile away from him the way he got it from others.

Did you ever see a giraffe? It is like something from between the regions of truth and fiction.

It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...

Is it...dead?" asked Tom, his voice all quivery with fright. "A town just ran over him," said Hester. "I shouldn't think he's very well.

Go pump some neurons. Expand your craniums