Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.

I don't know about bores. Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don't hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they're all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.

But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.

I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.

In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

She's quite intelligent, in my stupidity.