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

Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.

Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.

That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes.

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