Shortridge High School was an elitist high school. In a way it was a scandal because you could go there no matter where you lived, if you could get there. It was for over-achievers. It was for people who were going to college. So we were very special and we were hated for being ritzy.

What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!

Social class means a hell of a lot and upper class people - no matter how well [Franklin ] Roosevelt did - it was stylish to hate him.

If you can't write clearly, you probably don't think nearly as well as you think you do.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

You can't fight progress. The best you can do is ignore it, until it finally takes your livelihood and self-respect away.