“I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought.”

All my life I wanted to accomplish something worthwhile-a thing people will say took a little something.

Space plus whatever you feel equals more whatever you feel, marvelous for happiness, God save you otherwise.

It’s one thing for a man not to know, not to have learned; it’s another not to be able to live by what one does know.

If your train’s on the wrong track every station you come to is the wrong station.

We can’t all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

Writing is a mode of being. If I write I live.

In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.

Prufrock had measured out his life with measuring spoons; Dubin, in books resurrecting the lives of others.

For misery don’t blame God. He gives the food but we cook it.

Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.

Nationality isn’t soul.

A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.

First drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about. Revision is working with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea, to re-form it….

The whole history of baseball has the quality of mythology.

Ithink Isaid’All menare Jews excepttheydon’t know it.’I doubt I expected anyone to take the statement literally. But I think it’s an understandable statement and a metaphoric way of indicating how history, sooner or later, treats all men.