You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.

Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is--if it's just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.

Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.

Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.