The circus comes as close to being the world in microcosm as anything I know; in a way, it puts all the rest of show business in the shade.

A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.

Old age is a special problem for me because I've never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself - a lad of about 19.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.

When a man hangs from a tree it doesn't spell justice unless he helped write the law that hanged him.

I can only assume that your editorial writer tripped over the First Amendment and thought it was the office cat.