I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall. . . . The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their...
You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.
She was around ten minutes late, as a matter of fact. I didn't give a damn, though. All that crap they have in cartoons in the Saturday Evening Post and all, showing guys on street corners looking sor...
You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, bec...
Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.
You're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there.
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
But what I mean is, lots of time you don't know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn't interest you most.
This is the squalid, or moving, part of the story, and the scene changes. The people change, too. I'm still around, but from here on in, for reasons I'm not at liberty to disclose, I've disguised myse...
Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die.
John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.
We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.
I never really knew anything about friendship before I was in the Army. Did you Vince? Not a thing. It's the best thing there is. Just About.
I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood.
If you're not inthe mood, you can't do that stuff right.
People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily,...,and he had very red hair.
You're a very, very strange boy.I know it, I said.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
Then, suddenly, almost ecstatically, he felt sleepy.
I thought the two ugly ones, Marty and Laverne, were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame...