You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

If he wrote it, he could get rid of it. He had gotten rid of many things by writing them.

They arrested us after breakfast.

What is the definition of guts? Grace under pressure.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.