When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

Love requires Context.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over. And I maintain that if a person can put a few common sense facts into a song and dress them up in a cloak of humor, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done - cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging - sometimes almost made being a woman fun.