How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.

The difficulty of course is that I like women. It is only wives I am in trouble with.

It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.

I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.