I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing..

This medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's..

I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money..

The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere..

I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds..

If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted..

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas..

There is such a thing as too much couth..

The main obligation is to amuse yourself..

Where would the Rockefellers be today if old John D. had gone on selling short-weight kerosene ... to widows and orphans instead of wisely deciding t….

I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it ….

I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous ….

Only the scenario writers are exempt. These are tied between the tails of two spirited Caucasian ponies, which are then driven off in opposite direct….

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take….

One stifling summer afternoon last August, in the attic of a tiny stone house in Pennsylvania, I made a most interesting discovery: the shortest, che….

If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may ….

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city..

Santa Barbara people are conservative-not like in L.A., where everybody wears rhinestones on their glasses to show that they own an airplane factory..

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring..

"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen.".

Nature, it appears, has been rather more bountiful to Paul's body and purse than to his intellect; above the ears, speaking bluntly, the boy is stric….