We live on two levels, the realistic level and the fantastic level, and which is the real one, really…[to Miss Jelkes]
We are all of us born, live and die in the shadow of a giant question mark that refers to three questions: Where do we come from? Why? And where, oh where, are we going!
We are all civilized people, which means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behavior.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
Walls are built up between people a hell of a damn sight faster than—broken down.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
There’s no better credit-card in the world than driving up at a bank door in a Cadillac limousine.
There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go!
The violets in the mountains can break the rocks if you believe in them and allow them to grow!
The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.
The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It’s inflammatory.
The human heart would never pass the drunk-test. If you took the human heart out of the human body and put a pair of legs on it and told it to walk a straight line, it couldn’t do it.
