A boy has to peddle his book.

I'm scarcely an enfant!

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.

I met Lee Harvey Oswald, in Moscow just after he defected. One night I was having dinner with a friend, an Italian newspaper cor­respondent, and when he came by to pick me up he asked me if I'd mind going with him first to talk to a young American defector, one Lee Harvey Oswald. Oswald was staying at the Metropole, an old Czarist hotel just off Kremlin Square.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

There is nobody in the world that you can't get if you really concentrate on it, if you really want them. You've got to want it to the exclusion of everything else.