Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

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

It's no fun to be yellow. Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves. One of my troubles is, I never care too much when I lose something - it used to drive mother crazy when I was a kid. Some guys spend days looking for something they've lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm partly yellow. It's no excuse, though. It really isn't. What you should be is not yellow at all.

Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.

I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.

This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat.