FREEDLEY: Will I feel better after I take it? DR. FITCH (coldly): I, am a physician, Freedley, not an astrologer. If you want a horoscope, there's a gypsy tearoom over on Lexington Avenue.

I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.

I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by Bulgaria, in lieu of gold, at the Moscow Narodny Bank, a Communist finance house for East-West trade.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.