How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.

Give me an honest con man any day.

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

I'd swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.

If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.

I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete - that's what scares me.