Men They hail you as their morning star Because you are the way you are. If you return the sentiment, They'll try to make you different; And once they have you, safe and sound, They want to change you all around. Your moods and ways they put a curse on; They'd make of you another person. They cannot let you go your gait; They influence and educate. They'd alter all that they admired. They make me sick, they make me tired.

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray

What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers.

People are more than fun than anybody.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?