Something else an academic education will do for you. If you go along with it any considerable distance, it will begin to give you an idea what size mind you have. What’ll fit and, maybe, what it won’t. After a while, you’ll have an idea what kind of thoughts your mind should be wearing. For one thing, it may save you an extraordinary amount of time trying on ideas that won’t suit you, aren’t becoming to you. You’ll begin to know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.
If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.
People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you're not.
Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies
I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.
I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood.
Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?
Where do the ducks go in the winter?
Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.
I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.
We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.
Did you ever get fed up?' I said. 'I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?
You don't know how to talk to people you don't like. Don't love, really. You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.
People never notice anything.
God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.
Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
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