I can’t write five words but that I change seven.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

People are more than fun than anybody.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.