Newspapers are even worse for me than ice cream; headlines, and the big issues that generate the headlines, are pure fat.

Life is serious but art is fun!

Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest,” Mrs. Grogan was saying, “and peace at last.” Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud’s, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he’d come a long way and still had a long way to go.

You take every opportunity given you in this world, even if you have too many opportunities. One day, the opportunities stop, you know.

So, I don't work in terms of real time. I don't work in a timely fashion.

… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life.

There are few things as seemingly untouched by the real world as a child asleep.