You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.
Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.