Her name was Maude and she drank whisky all day from a fruit jar under the counter.

I will rejoice the day when they say: This is right whether we all rot on top of each other or not, dear children, as we certainly may. Either practice restraint or be prepared for crowding.

I am very handy with my advice and then when anybody appears to be following it, I get frantic.

She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.

She would of been a good woman," said The Misfit, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.

I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.

[Simone Weil's] life is almost a perfect blend of the Comic and the Terrible, which two things may be opposite sides of the same coin. In my own experience, everything funny I have written is more terrible than it is funny, or only funny because it is terrible, or only terrible because it is funny.