Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.
And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an irreplaceable part of myself, letting it loose like a k...
If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it. . . . for me, every act of art is the act of solving a mystery.
A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
Randolph, he said, were you ever as young as me? And Randolph said: I was never so old.
Randolph, he said, do you know something? I'm very happy. To which his friend made no reply. The reason for this happiness seemed to be simply that he did not feel unhappy; rather, he knew all through...
Perhaps, like most of us in a foreign country, he was incapable of placing people, selecting a frame for their picture, as he would at home; therefore all Americans had to be judged in a pretty equal...
Now listen to me, Buddy: there is only one unpardonable sin - deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven. That, never.
It may be normal, darling: but I'd rather be natural.
In fact, I was a kind of Hershey Bar whore - there wasn't much I wouldn't do for a nickel's worth of chocolate.
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.
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
Once a thing is set to happen, all you can do is hope it won't. Or will-depending. As long as you live, there’s always something waiting, and even if it’s bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do?...
Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.
It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
If some wizard would like to give me a present, let him give me a bottle filled with the voices of that kitchen, the ha ha ha and the fire whispering, a bottle brimming with its buttery sugary smells...
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
Always, the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitch vine tunnels.