Friends, much as in real life, are often more trouble than their worth.
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 strictly tapioca.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
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 veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.
Here's the tragedy of the modern record business: It's radio. If you're not on radio, nobody really is going to hear you or see you or care about you.
When you're a writer, sometimes you have to spend time poking at a part of yourself that normal, sane people leave alone.
Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!
It is also a natural thing for a serious young man that he should form for himself as precise an idea as possible of the goal of his desires.