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.
We’re freaks, that’s all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that’s all. We’re the tattooed lady, and we’re never going to have a minute’s peace,...
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...
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're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there.
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.
Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.
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...
People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily,...,and he had very red hair.
Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die.
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.
John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.
Then, as though he had suddenly become exhausted-or, rather, depleted by the demands made on him by a world greedy for the fruit of his intellect-he began to massage the side of his face with the flat...
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...
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
He wasn't even listening. He hardly ever listened to you when you said anything.
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.
Everything everybody does is so - I don’t know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or so...
We got passes, till midnight after the parade. I met Muriel at the Biltmore at seven. Two drinks, two drugstore tuna-fish sandwiches, then a movie she wanted to see, something with Greer Garson in it....