Jack Benny, Fred Allen. Their jokes were wonderful. It takes skill to be funny. The timing of Jack Benny was so fine. It is a form of genius for which we should be grateful.

...when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist.

Each one of us has to be what he or she is.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

I found me a place where I can do good without doing any harm, and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home.

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.