Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.

My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.

You don't always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.

It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.