I find to my mixed astonishment that I do dream, but I didn't know it.

I have lived most of my life with the conviction that I don't dream, because I never could retrieve a dream.

If ever you want to touch the hand and the heart of God Almighty, you can do it through the body of someone you love. Anytime. Anywhere. Without no middleman.

Why on earth do you carry a mirror around with you?” “It's purely a defensive device. We seldom quarrel, and this is one of the reasons. Can you imagine yourself getting all worked up and contorted and illogical and then coming face to face with yourself, looking at yourself exactly as you look to everyone else?

I learned how to live on five and sometimes ten dollars a week.

The first writing I did was short short stories for a newspaper syndicate for which I was paid five dollars a piece on publication.

For years, I thought I simply didn't dream. I felt left out. Everybody else had a thing I didn't have.