If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let's give it up. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let's go to the zoo. Let's look at animals. Let's drive down and look at the ocean. It's only 45 minutes. Let's play games in the arcades. Let's go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let's have friends. Let's laugh. This kind of life like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.