I'm a concert pianist, that's a pretentious way of saying I'm unemployed at the moment.
Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision.
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."
George, if you had to do it all over, would you fall in love with yourself again?
When I was young I looked like Al Capone, but I lacked his compassion.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.