Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do.

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.