You May Talk. And I May Listen.

Mr. Barnes, It Is Because I Have Lived Very Much That Now I Can Enjoy Everything So Well

If The Others Heard Me Talking Out Loud They Would Think That I Am Crazy. But Since I Am Not, I Do Not Care.

Where Do The Noses Go? I Always Wondered Where The Noses Would Go.

The Writer's Job Is To Tell The Truth.

It Is Awfully Easy To Be Hard-boiled About Everything In The Daytime, But At Night It Is Another Thing.