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I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.

Accepting Nobel Prize, 1962

Time is the only critic without ambition.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

Accepting Nobel Prize, 1962

A guy goes nuts if he ain’t got nobody. Don’t make no difference who the guy is, long’s he’s with you.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

In diary