If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn't stop! I just could not stop picking!

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.

While I was walking I passed these two guys that were unloading this big Christmas tree off a truck. One guy, kept saying to the other guy, 'Hold the sonunvabitch up! Hold it up, for Chrissake!' It certainly was a gorgeous way to talk about a Christmas tree.