I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stays that way.

I come from a family where the only emotion respectable to show is irritation. In some this tendency produces hives, in others literature, in me both.

If we forget our past, we won't remember our future and it will be as well because we won't have one.

Every morning between 9 and 12 I go to my room and sit before a piece of paper. Many times, I just sit for three hours with no ideas coming to me. But I know one thing. If an idea does come between 9 and 12 I am there ready for it.

She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel. "She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life." "Some fun!" Bobby Lee said. "Shut up, Bobby Lee," The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life.

I am a Catholic not like someone else would be a Baptist or a Methodist, but like someone else would be an atheist.

We are now living in an age which doubts both fact and value. It is the life of this age that we wish to see and judge.