There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

I ain’t saying you‘re a liar, because that wouldn’t be polite. But I’ll tell you this, ma’am. If I loved liars, I’d hug you to death.

What smells good in the store may stink in the stewpot.

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn’t know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn’t have loved her more.

A weed is a plant out of place.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

I told her the world was full of nice people. I’d have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

There is only one plot-things are not what they seem.

If we all had all we wanted to eat, we’d crap too much. We’d have inflation in the toilet paper industry.

You’ve got forever; and somehow you can’t do much with it. You’ve got forever; and it’s a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

You can’t stamp on a man’s corns when he‘s got his feet cut off.

It doesn’t matter what answers you get if you ask the wrong questions.