Take most people, they are crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, they are always talking about have many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that is even newer. I do not even like old cars. . . . I'd rather have a horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.

For a psychoanalyst to be any good... he'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he'd been inspired to study psychoanalysis in the first place.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.