How long should a man's legs be?
Long enough to touch the ground. |
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. |
I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse. |
I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it. |
I don't exactly know what i mean by that, but I mean it. |
I don’t know about bores. Maybe you shouldn’t feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don’t hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they’re all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me. |
I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. |
I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger. |
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. |
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. |
I'd thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. |
I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. |
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect. |
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. |
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. |