If Death stepped miraculously through the glass and came in after you, in all probability you just got up and went along with him, ferociously but quietly.

Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.

Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.

Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.