Oh well, " McWatt sang, "what the hell.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

Every writer I know has trouble writing.

The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

[They] agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Peace on earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it.

You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

But how can one be warm alone?

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

My favourite finds are often antique pieces with a history.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

I think there's one thing which distinguishes our art - we don't consider. We don't think. We write a little verse because it comes to us.

Believe only what you know and all of what you know.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

The whole dear notion of one's own Self-marvelous old free-willed, free- enterprising, autonomous, independent, isolated island of a Self- is a myth.

I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?

Money has never yet made anyone rich.