A peril of the night road is that flecks of dust and streaks of bug blood on the windshield look to me like old admirals in uniform, or crippled apple women, or the front edge of barges, and I whirl out of their way, thus going into ditches and fields and up on front lawns, endangering the life of authentic admirals and apple women who may be out on the roads for a breath of air before retiring.

Humourists lead... an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.

The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself.

Mutual suspicions of mental inadequacy are common during the first year of any marriage.

My opposition to Interviews lies in the fact that offhand answers have little value or grace of expression, and that such oral give and take helps to perpetuate the decline of the English language.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.