The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition.

All things come to him who mates.

They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

The sign of intelligence is the ability to carry opposed thoughts at the same time.

How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.