Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

My ambition is handicapped by laziness