For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

All my life I have said, "Whatever happens there will always be tables and chairs"--and what a mistake.

Ghosts, we hope, may be always with us - that is, never too far out of the reach of fancy. On the whole, it would seem they adapt themselves well, perhaps better than we do, to changing world conditions - they enlarge their domain, shift their hold on our nerves, and, dispossessed of one habitat, set up house in another. The universal battiness of our century looks like providing them with a propitious climate.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

Sacrificers ... are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those that they sacrifice. Oh, the sacrificers, they get it both ways. A person knows themselves that they're able to do without.

I know that I have in my make-up layers of synthetic experiences, and that the most powerful of my memories are only half true.