There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.
You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.
It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.
You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.
There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.
If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.
The world is full of actors pretending to be human
You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time You turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze In this goddam phenomenal world.