It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.

I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.

Then the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round...All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them.

I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).

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.

You think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.

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.