Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

If you wonder which is the stronger sex, watch which one twists the other around her little finger.

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

The difference between our decadence and the Russians is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.