I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

The pest, in a sense, is a very superior being to us: he knows where to find us and how--usually in the bath or in sexual intercourse or asleep.