I am a monopolar depressive descended from monopolar depressives. That's how come I write so good.

There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.

Mere opinions, in fact, were as likely to govern people's actions as hard evidence, and were subject to sudden reversals as hard evidence could never be.

The only proof he needed for the existance of God was music.

In real life as in grand opera, arias only make hopeless situations worse.

I'd rather have written "Cheers" than anything I've written.

All the new technology seems redundant to me. I was quite happy with the United States mail service. And, I don't even have an answering machine, for God's sake.