“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”

Boys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.

The trouble with the lost generation is that it didn’t get lost enough.

Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.

Mutual suspicions of mental inadequacy are common during the first year of any marriage.

I never really rallied after the birth of my first child.

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.

Humor is a serious thing. I like to think of it as one of our greatest earliest natural resources, which must be preserved at all cost.

Discussion in America means dissent.

Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.

Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched.

The unicorn is a mythical beast.

All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why.