It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true.

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.

Girls. You never know what they're going to think.

You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.

I'd swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.

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

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.