“Psychoanalysis pretends to investigate the Unconscious.”

You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.

A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.

When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.

All a writer has to do to get a woman is to say he’s a writer. It’s an aphrodisiac.

The Unconscious by definition is what you are not conscious of. But the Analysts already know what’s in it – they should, because they put it all in beforehand.

A good novel is worth more than the best scientific study.

California is like an artificial limb the rest of the country doesn’t really need. You can quote me on that.

Happiness can only be found if you can free yourself of all other distractions.

People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.

With a novelist, like a surgeon, you have to get a feeling that you’ve fallen into good hands – someone from whom you can accept the anesthetic with confidence.

No realistic, sane person goes around Chicago without protection.

Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde – dyed by her own hand.

What is art but a way of seeing?

A man is only as good as what he loves.

Journalism, like history, has no therapeutic value; it is better able to diagnose than to cure, and it provides society with a primitive means of psychoanalysis that allows the patient to judge the distance between fantasy and reality.

I do not think psychoanalysis has a scientific basis. If we can’t explain why a cockroach decides to turn left, how can we explain why a human being decides to do something?

Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.