The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.

I don't remember any blue poodles.

I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.

I drew pictures rapidly and with few lines, because I had to write most of the pieces, too, and couldn't monkey long with the drawings. The divine urge was no higher than that.

I love the idea of there being two sexes, don't you?

It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.

The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.