I just live one day at a time. That's my new theory in life.
Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.
There is no shame — having a dirty face — the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
I knew Lee Harvey Oswald, and I knew Jack Kennedy. The odds against that-one person knowing all four of those men-must be astounding.
I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.