As I looked back over my life$$$ I realized that I enjoyed nothing — not art$$$ not sex — more than going to the movies.

Why must we fight for the right to live$$$ over and over$$$ each time the sun rises?

There is this quality$$$ in things$$$ of the right way seeming wrong at first.

The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before$$$ and he does it without destroying something else.

Drawing on my fine command of language$$$ I said nothing.

Under certain circumstances$$$ profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.

Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.

I've had a lot of worries in my life$$$ most of which never happened.

A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining$$$ but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.

And I'm starving — in the literal sense. Idiots think hunger is the body. No$$$ hunger is the soul$$$ the whole weight of it falls directly on the soul.