He had a habit of remarking to bartenders that he didn't see any sense in mixing whiskey with water since the whiskey was already wet.

The best talk is artless, the talk of people trying to reassure or comfort themselves, women in the sun, grouped around baby carriages, talking about their weeks in the hospital or the way meat has gone up, or men in saloons, talking to combat the loneliness everyone feels.

I have a great deal of experience in justifying myself to myself.

When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.

Also, I had not yet found out about time I was still under the illusion that I had plenty of time - time for this, time for that, time for everything, time to waste.

All information of a spiritual or personal nature will have to come from our father, who art in heaven, and I think he's in New York right now.