I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat.

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

Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?

There are still a few men who love desperately.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.