I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point. I'm trying to think if there's sunny nonsense. Sunny, funny nonsense for children — oh, how boring, boring, boring. As Schubert said, there is no happy music. And that's true, there really isn't. And there's probably no happy nonsense, either.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

There was a young lady named Mae Who smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually rotted away.

The world may think it idiotic, Nor care at all we're symbiotic, But I will say at once and twice: I find it nice. I find it nice.

Vice is nice, but a little virtue won't hurt you.

There are so many things we've been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you.