The sidewalks swarmed with people, the night was full of the noises of the living. They struck Miss Clarvoe’s ears strangely, like sounds from another planet.

Perfect young men don’t get murdered, they don’t even get born.

If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can’t be called accidents any more.

I didn’t mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.

I wish people would quit telling me to think. I think. Thinking’s easy. It’s not thinking that’s hard.

I’ve reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

When you’re counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.

When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I’m inclined not to believe any of them.

Private problems don’t constitute an excuse for bad manners.

Don’t borrow trouble. The interest is too high.