Intellectuals are too sentimental for me.

My unreality is chiefly this: I have never felt much like a human being. It's a splendid feeling.

We just felt like what we were doing would be appreciated by someone else. We've enjoyed it, but it's nice to pass it on and not just put it away in a drawer somewhere.

I have always fought for ideas -- until I learned that it isn't ideas but grief, struggle, and flashes of vision which enlighten.

My greatest enemy is reality. I have fought it successfully for thirty years.

. . . the great thing to learn about life is, first, not to do what you don't want to do, and, second, to do what you do want to do.

It is rarely that you see an American writer who is not hopelessly sane.

I have always suspected that too much knowledge is a dangerous thing. It is a boon to people who don't have deep feelings; their pleasure comes from what they know. . . . But this only emphasizes the difference between the artist and the scholar.

I wasn't born to be a fighter. The causes I have fought for have invariably been causes that should have been gained by a delicate suggestion. Since they never were, I made myself into a fighter.