“One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as …” — Thomas Wolfe

Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.

The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.

Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.