Let's just try to have a marvelous time this weekend. I mean not try to analyze everything to death for once, if possible. Especially me. I love you.
People are always ruining things for you.
I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.
I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
There isn't anyone anywhere who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. Don't you know that? Don't you know that goddam secret yet? And don't you know — listen to me, now — don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? . . . Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.