He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn't know why.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?

But don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God.

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

I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.