I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do

I'm beginning to feel that no author has the right to tear his characters apart if he doesn't know how, or feel that he knows how (poor sucker) to put them together again. I'm tired—my God, so tired—of leaving them all broken on the page with just 'The End' written underneath.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.

But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them." Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.

If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.