And the old horror of being a professional writer, and the usual stench of words that goes with it, is begining to drive me out of my seat. (Buddy)

Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.

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

Liberate yourself from my vice-like grip!

Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.

If I were God, I certainly wouldn't want people to love me sentimentally. It's too unreliable.

Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.