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

Then I’d throw my automatic down the elevator shaft-after I’d wiped off all the fingerprints and all. Then I’d crawl back up to my room and call up Jane and have her come over and bandage up my guts. I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke while I was bleeding and all. The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I’m not kidding.

You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.

Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.

Then again you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.'