It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.

The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?

You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.