My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.

I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teen-age beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard.

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

Mother went out again tonight, looking like a courtesan.

When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty.