I haven't sold to the movies. In other words, I haven't gotten any enormous checks yet.

There was a writer in the '20s called Christopher Morley, who I remember a little bit of, who had some influence on me, but I couldn't tell you what it was.

This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.

I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies.

Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.

Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.