Truman Capote’s death was a good career move.
Would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks and that when I split an infinitive, God data nit, I split it so it will stay split.
Poor Matthew Arnold, he’s gone to heaven no doubt — but he won’t like God.
That writer is so bad he shouldn’t be left alone in a room with a typewriter.
An author is a fool who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on boring future generations.
The only reason I didn’t kill myself after I read the reviews of my first book was because we have two rivers in NewYork and I couldn’t decide which one to jump into.
No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived but most of them wish they were the only one alive and quite a few fondly believe their wish has been granted.
Lord Byron had just two commandments — hate your neighbour and love your neighbour’s wife.
Though he tortures the English language, he has never yet succeeded in forcing it to reveal its meaning.
It will take a special dispensation from Heaven to get H. L. Mencken into the deepest pit in Hell.
I would sooner read a timetable or a catalogue than nothing at all. They are much more entertaining than half the novels written.
God cannot alter the past. That is why He had to create so many historians.
In writing a novel, when in doubt, have two guys come through the door with guns.
Chuang Tzu was born in the fourth century B.C. The publication of this book in English, over two thousand years after his death, is obviously premature.
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