I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

The irony of Christmas is always upon the poor in heart; the mystery of the solstice is always upon the rest of us.

The secret of keeping young is to read children's books. You read the books they write for little children and you'll keep young. You read novels, philosophy, stuff like that and it makes you feel old.

I dream that my face appears on a postage stamp.

Children drown, beautiful women are mangled in automobile accidents, cruise ships founder, and men die lingering deaths in mines and submarines, but you will find none of this in my accounts.

If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others, miss the thrill of their own essence and drift through life without identity, like a human fog, feeling sorry for everyone.