How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.

Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?

Some people you shouldn't kid, even if they deserve it.

How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?

Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.

He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.