I'm Known As A Strange, Aloof Kind

I Have So Much I Want To Tell You, And Nowhere To Begin.

I'm Up To My Ears In Unwritten Words.

I Don't Even Know What I Was Running For—i Guess I Just Felt Like It.

You’d Better Get Busy, Though, Buddy. The Goddam Sands Run Out On You Every Time You Turn Around. I Know What I’m Talking About. You’re Lucky If You Get Time To Sneeze In This Goddam Phenomenal World.

I Don't Know About Bores. Maybe You Shouldn't Feel Too Sorry If You See Some Swell Girl Getting Married To Them. They Don't Hurt Anybody Most Of Them, And Maybe They're All Terrific Whistlers Or Something. Who The Hell Knows? Not Me.