New York Is The Only Real City-city.

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

I'd Rather Have Cancer Than A Dishonest Heart. Which Isn't Being Pious. Just Practical. Cancer May Cool You, But The Other's Sure To.

He’d Always Been Willing To Confess His Faults, For, By Admitting Them, It Was As If He Made Them No Longer Exist.

I Believe More In The Scissors Than I Do In The Pencil.

I've Never Been A Teacher In My Life.