My Father Read 'the New York Times,'

I Do Not Take Any Pleasure Whatsoever In Being A Famous Person.

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.

I Just Go To Lunch. And I Never Know When Something Is Going Into The File And Something Is Not.

I Find The Idea Of Vigilante Justice Very Attractive. I Like The Idea That The Murderer Decides That This Person Has Gone Too Far, And Nothing Will Happen To Him Unless She Does Something To Stop Him.

Oh, So Seldom Does Fate Cast Our Enemy Into Our Hands, To Do With As We Will