I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes.
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
I'd swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.
I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood.