If you have an ounce of common sense and one good friend you don't need an analyst.

Well, we can skip childhood because I didn't have any. Not one goddam moment on the Good Ship Lollipop.

My God, I'm four hundred years old and the most I can do is look three hundred.

If I weren't a Christian Scientist, and I saw "Trog" advertised on a marquee across the street, I'd think I'd contemplate suicide.

I remember most clearly when a teenage Christopher spat in my face. He said, "I hate you". It's pretty hard to overlook that. I couldn't.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

If you throw a lamb chop in the oven, what's to keep it from getting done?