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

I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know.

If a body catch a body coming through the rye.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.

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