For a psychoanalyst to be any good... he'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he'd been inspired to study psychoanalysis in the first place.

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.

... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please.

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

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

You don't know how to talk to people you don't like. Don't love, really. You can't live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.