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

Humourists lead… an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.

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?

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.

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.

Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched.

The unicorn is a mythical beast.

When myth meets myth, the collision is very real.

The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.

I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

At the heart of every frustration lies a basic structure: the collision of a wish with an unyielding reality.

what a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.

You are seeing humanity at its worst and best. A collision of the circumstance.