“Money is always there but the pockets change.”

I like a thing simple but it must be simple through complication. Everything must come into your scheme, otherwise you cannot achieve real simplicity.

One does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure.

Nothing is more interesting than that something that you eat.

Forensics is eloquence and reduction.

You are brilliant and subtle if you come from Iowa and really strange and you live as you live and you are always very well taken care of if you come from Iowa.

I am I because my little dog knows me.

Nothing could bother me more than the way a thing goes dead once it has been said.

This joy you feel is life.

Every day is a renewal, every morning the daily miracle. This joy you feel is life.

Let me listen to me and not to them.

There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.

Anything one does every day is important and imposing and anywhere one lives is interesting and beautiful.

Nothing has happened today except kindness.

There ain’t no answer. There ain’t gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That’s the answer.

You’ll be old and you never lived, and you kind of feel silly to lie down and die and to never have lived, to have been a job chaser and never have lived.

Ladies there is no neutral position for us to assume.

Litigation: A form of hell whereby money is transferred from the pockets of the proletariat to that of lawyers.

Nice creepy reptile,” Frank said, very aware of the driftwood in his coat pocket. “Nice poisonous, fire-breathing reptile.

A sensational event was changing from the brown suit to the gray the contents of his pockets. He was earnest about these objects. They were of eternal importance, like baseball or the Republican Party.

Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light – and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau – into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.

Five out, zero in, and that’s the way we play basketball, screen and roll here and there, pocket passes everywhere; it’s what it’s about.

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician.

An excuse which, if carried to its legitimate conclusion, would leave our business men weeping on one another’s shoulders over human frailty, while they picked one another’s pockets.

The appeal to the white man’s pocket has ever been more effectual than all the appeals ever made to his conscience.