I don't see myself as a philosopher. That's awfully boring.

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

It could reach up and grab the moon.

Get the big truth first. If you get the big truth, the small truths will accumulate around it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.

I wonder how many men, hiding their youngness, rise as I do, Saturday mornings, filled with the hope that Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam and Daffy Duck will be there waiting as our one true always and forever salvation?

The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.