“Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach”

“Journalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.”

“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.”

“I couldn't imagine, and I don't say this with any pride, but I really couldn't imagine writing without a desperate deadline.”

“Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.”

“Nor age so eat up my invention.”

“Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.”

“Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?”