I have wanted only one thing to make me happy. That thing is everything.
The motivation of all artists is ‘Look at me, Mum’.
I can count all the lovers I’ve had on one hand…if I’m holding a calculator.
Self-pity is the most destructive of all narcotics.
I didn’t want to tell Mother I worked as a journalist. She thought I was a prostitute. Locking yourself in a room and inventing characters and conversations which do not exit is no way for a grown man to behave.
We can’t all be stars because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as I go by.
One of the many troubles of growing older is that it gets progressively harder to find a famous historical figure who hadn’t yet amounted to anything by the time he was your age.
Unhappiness lies in that gap between our talents and our expectations.
Being well-dressed gives a feeling of inward tranquility which psychoanalysis is powerless to bestow.
I like to remind myself that every morning I’m making a choice to live.