I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

Conversation! Supple sentences, with first and second meanings and overtones beyond, outrageous challenges with cleverly planned slip-points, rebuttals of elegant brevity; deceptions and guiles, patient explanations of the obvious, fleeting allusions to the unthinkable. As a preliminary, the conversationalist must gauge the mood, the intelligence and the verbal facility of the company. To this end, a few words of pedantic exposition often prove invaluable.

Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.

I suspect that the word (art) was invented by second-rate intelligences to describe the incomprehensible activities of their betters.

I was an omnivore at reading, so that everything I ever read contributed.

I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.

But, for instance, when I was awfully young, I read all the Oz books. They were an enormous influence on me.