“Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.”

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.

Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn’t it such a relief to have somebody say that?

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

I can have oodles of charm when I want to.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

It was an act of bravery loving you. I’ve been dripping in gold ever since.

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

Brave is the man who loves a wild woman.

Tell a person they are brave and you help them become so.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.