I've never seen such a bunch of apple-eaters.

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

I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.

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

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.