Mr. Bibbit, you might warn this Mr. Harding that I'm so crazy I admit to voting for Eisenhower. Bibbit! You tell Mr. McMurphy I'm so crazy I voted for Eisenhower twice! And you tell Mr. Harding right back — he puts both hands on the table and leans down, his voice getting low — that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November.

They can't tell so much about you if you got your eyes closed.

I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.

What we hoped was that we could stop the coming end of the world.

Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.

Like a cartoon world, where the figures are flat and outlined in black, jerking through some kind of goofy story that might be real funny if it weren't for the cartoon figures being real guys.

Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.