I'm a concert pianist, that's a pretentious way of saying I'm unemployed at the moment.
Talent's like a baby. Wrap it up in wool and it goes to sleep.
I've given up reading books. I find it takes my mind off myself.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. "I don't know about strangers," I replied, "but friends, certainly."
I'm going to memorize your name and throw my head away.