Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.

I don't suppose a writing man ever really gets rid of his old crocus-yellow neckties. Sooner or later, I think, they show up in his prose, and there isn't a hell of a lot he can do about it.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

It's so silly. All you do is get the heck out of your body when you die. My gosh, everybody's done it thousands of times. Just because they don't remember, it doesn't mean they haven't done it.

if somebody at least listens it not too bad

Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.