Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.

Be liked and you will never want.

I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.

The camera has its own kind of consciousness; in the lens the Garden of Eden itself would become ever so slightly too perfect.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.

Willie was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to life?. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back - that's an earthquake.