If I were God, I certainly wouldn't want people to love me sentimentally. It's too unreliable.

I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I'm about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am--I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.

I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.

The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.