Money—pardon my expression—money is like manure; it’s not worth a thing unless it’s spread around encouraging young things to grow.

Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.

Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Marriage is a bribe to make a housekeeper think she’s a householder.

George Brush is my name America’s my nation Luddington’s my dwelling place And Heaven’s my destination.

The important thing is that you make sure that neither the favorable nor the unfavorable critics move into your head and take part in the composition of your next work.