I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

Where do the ducks go in the winter?

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.

I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.