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The Great Gatsby had an awful, detrimental effect on me.

One of my stories was rejected by a journal as “theatrical and self-limiting.”

Art doesn’t conform to a capitalist’s ratio of productivity to time.

“The Sentry” taught me that all true laughter has tears behind it.

I’m obsessed with finding a convertible that has enough room.

I’ve found that love has provided my life’s happiest moments.

In narrative terms, sex is the propeller that moves the story along.

What’s the most useful criticism you’ve received? “Keep writing.”

I make peas and argue with a wall. Something gets stuck like that.

I promised to return, but secretly I dreamed of staying in America.

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

He betook himself to the metropolis to become a literary man, of course.

Firing stopped, and Bedouins herded camels across the artillery range.

Gresham’s law. Stupid talk chases smart talk out of circulation.

I hang there, upside down, watching Bronwyn, her face beatific.

Here is the fat guy whose Chihuahua gnawed through his stomach.

At nineteen you were six-foot-two. At ninety-one you will be two-foot-six.

There’s no way to escape a storm at sea; it hits you, and you can’t hit back.

“My brother’s last words to me were about you. Did you know that?”

You could take your pick from an array of rebellions to consider.

The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.

“Why on earth are you taking luxury cruise passengers to Zamboanga?”

I sometimes have to laugh because even now, as a middle-aged man.

She had come to the scene where she needed to get them in bed.

For days after she left him, he roamed the house, unable to function.

Perhaps more than ever writers may have two kinds of fame.

“I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”

I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.

He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.