Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.

I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.

Some of my best friedns are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children.

I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t you feel even worse.

I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.

The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.