Here we are, we're alone in the universe, there's no God, it just seems that it all began by something as simple as sunlight striking on a piece of rock. And here we are. We've only got ourselves. Somehow, we've just got to make a go of it. We've only ourselves.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

Asking a writer what he thinks about criticism is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.

It is not true that drink changes a man's character. It may reveal it more clearly.

Royalty is the gold filling in a mouthful of decay

Heroes, whatever high ideas we may have of them, are mortal and not divine. We are all as God made us and many of us much worse.

Let's pretend that we're human beings and that we're actually alive.