The only practical way yet discovered by the world for curing its ills is to forget about them.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.

Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety.

Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.

Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.

A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.

Bad writing is not easier than good writing. It's just as hard to make a toilet seat as it is a castle window. Only the view is different.

The movies are an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming cultured people.

Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women's hair rhapsodically described, women's faces acclaimed in odelike language.

He's probably the only player who doesn't play for 10 months and, if he scores a hat trick in his first game back, no one would be surprised.

So you killed him with what now?""I tried that Dr. Phil book at first"..."And I finished it off with the toilet seat. Just so you know, you left it up again. That drives me crazy.

When you know a thing, to hold that you know it, and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge.

Creating new paths requires moving old obstacles.

There is no excuse for deceiving children. And when, as must happen in conventional families, they find that their parents have lied, they lose confidence in them and feel justified in lying to them.

I looked at God and He looked at me, and we were one forever.

Every decade has a completely different sound not just musically but vocally.

My father taught me that the question Who made me? cannot be answered, since it immediately suggests the further question, Who made God?

Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for.

I have to be stretched in some way. There's not enough things that come my way that I fancy.