I am the victim of a fortunate series of accidents.

I had taught myself that a human being might as well look for diamond tiaras in the gutter as for rewards and punishments that were fair.

I said I wasn't interested, and she was bright enough to say that she wasn't really interested either. As things turned out, we both overestimated our apathies, but not that much.

What can any one person do?' he said. 'Each person does a little something,' I said, 'and there you are.

I guess everybody who isn't dead yet is a survivor.

Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.

If people insist on living as if there's no tomorrow, there really won't be one.