You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.

I'm one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can't really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it's God and hate that.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.