I was surrounded by phonies...They were coming in the goddam window.
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.
I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).
The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?