When we passed a Catholic church, I recalled, he said, "You think your dad's a good chemist? They're turning soda crackers into meat in there. Can your dad do that?

I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.

All the great story lines are great practical jokes that people fall for over and over again.

There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive? The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks from the springs of the bed.

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.

Scientific truth was going to make us so happy and comfortable. What actually happened when I was twenty-one was that we dropped scientific truth on Hiroshima.

When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away.