I'm the little dog who goes the wrong way-under the hoop.

Impulses are hard to come by these days.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to remain the mean little man I always was.

I have never learned to draw a hand well enough, so why should I stop trying now?

Here we were, corrupting all those Russians toward communism.

I'm the little dog who goes the wrong way-under the hoop.

I wish there was a painter who could paint as well as Ted Williams could hit.