In times of crisis human beings don't have it in them to be rational.

I don't do well with changes in my routine. I read at least three newspapers a day, for example. I'm frustrated if for some reason I can't get ahold of all three.

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak.

Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoyevsky perhaps.

If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.

The only bookstore I had was the paperback rack at the drugstore.