The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.

I am married to Beatrice Salkeld, a painter. We have no children, except me.

I cannot imagine any crime worse than taking a life, can you? -It'd depend whose life.

Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.

I am a daylight atheist.

Critics are like eunuchs; they can tell you what to do, but they can't do it themselves!