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

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.

When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.

There are still a few men who love desperately.

Give me an honest con man any day.