“On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.”

For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

All we have to do is get out and vote, while it’s still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.

God’s mercy on you degenerate swine.

I damn well intend to keep on living the way I think I should.

Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.

I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I’ll drink instead!

An outlaw can be defined as somebody who lives outside the law, beyond the law and not necessarily against it.

As your attorney, it is my duty to inform you that it is not important that you understand what I’m doing or why you’re paying me so much money. What’s important is that you continue to do so.

The only difference between the sane and the insane is that the sane have the power to lock up the insane.

Wake up and ponder the future.

A sense of humor is the main measure of sanity.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.

Having adventures and covering the activities of world leaders, appealed to me greatly. It was a very glamorous life in those days.

I turned down a knighthood. It would be like having to wear a suit every day of your life.

But then, when I did go, the contrast between Leeds, which was very black and sooty in those days, and Cambridge, which seemed like something out of a fairystory, in the grip of a hard frost, was just wonderful.

I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?

My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon.

As victims of hurt, we frequently don’t bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.

One day, though, I realized I was no longer a believer, and realizing that, I couldn’t go back.