I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

He was one of those guys that think they're being a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you. God I hate that stuff.

She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.

It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.

I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.

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

He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.