Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.

They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.

I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.

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