MOTHER: Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping. Promise me, Jim. Wherever you go and come back, bring lots of kids. Let them run wild. Let me spoil them, some day. JIM: I'm never going to own anything that can hurt me.

...I mean, you don't just love people, you must LOVE them with exclamation points.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

Writing is like sex. You have to save your love for the love object. If you go around spouting about your idea, there'll be no "charge" left. You can't father children that way.

I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

If someone sends you a love letter you've got to answer back.