Speaking of Oscars, I would win overwhelmingly if the Academy gave an Oscar for faking orgasms. I have done some of my best acting convincing my partners I was in the throes of ecstasy.

In Rockford I decided that I had seen enough of the world.

Men are climbing to the moon, but they don’t seem interested in the beating human heart.

But chiefly, no lies! No lies about there being a Santa Claus or about the world being full of noble and honorable people all eager to help each other and do good to each other. I'll tell her there are honor and goodness in the world, the same as there are diamonds and radium.

It's a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.

Everyones childhood plays itself out. No wonder no one knows the other or can completely understand.

I have always had a talent for irritating women since I was fourteen.