Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

Love's the only thing I've thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That's what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody and falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart's an angel's wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.

Innocent people can get into terrible jams, too. One false move and you're in over your head.

Socially, a journalist ranks somewhere between the madam of a whorehouse and a bartender. but spiritually he ranks with Galileo, for he knows the world is round.

I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life's hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.

There is nothing as dull as an intellectual ally after a certain age.

That God has managed to survive the inanities of the religions that do Him homage is truly a miraculous proof of His existence.