I'm a painter in my dreams, you know.

Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.

The truth is, we know so little about life, we don't really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.

Nice, nice, very nice.

The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me. "The big show is inside my head," I said.

Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.

We used to have superb public schools. I guess we don't anymore, but, boy, the public schools were really something and I am a product of those in Indianapolis.