In the first place, you’re way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.

Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.

He seemed unaware of the messiness of the arrangement.

It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.

I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn't think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the pencilled notations in the margins of books in the college library.