A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses.

All my important decisions are made for me by my subconscious. My frontal lobes are just kidding themselves that they decide anything at all. All they do is think up reasons for the decisions that are already made.

Hemingway never grew out of adolescence. His scope and depth stayed shallow because he had no idea what women are for.

There is only one object on earth that frightens me: a physicist working on a new trick.

Wolfe scowled at her. I could see he was torn with conflicting emotions. A female in his kitchen was an outrage. A woman criticizing his or Fritz's cooking was an insult. But corned beef hash was one of life's toughest problems, never yet solved by anyone.

God made you and me, in certain respects, quite unequal, and it would be futile to try any interference with His arrangements.

Sometimes it's things that take the joy out of life, like a blowout when you're hitting sixty or a button coming off of a shirt when you're in a hurry, but usually it's people.