If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.

Money always ends up making you blue.

However contradictory the coroner's report — whether he pronounces Consumption or Loneliness or Suicide to be the cause of death — isn't it plain how the true artist-seer actually dies? I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human conscience.

Did you ever get fed up?' I said. 'I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?

The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.

Where do the ducks go in the winter?

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.