We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.

The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.

They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.