Humorists always sit at the children's table.
There is a charm, even for homely things, in perfect maintenance.
Maybe when I'm dead, I'll be forgiven, but I'm afraid I'll also be forgotten.
I used to go to church. I even went through a rather intense religious period when I was sixteen. But the idea of an everlasting life -- a never-ending banquet, as a stupid visiting minister to our church once appallingly described it -- filled me with a greater terror than the concept of extinction.
Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.
Only little boys and old men sneer at love.
Novels must have verisimilitude, and truth has little enough of that.
Some of my dreams are so big they would scare you.
I want to stand out. After my career is over, I want people to say, 'He was different. ' It's not to be outrageous. I just want people to know that when I played ball, I was having fun.
Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.
There have been times when I've written something and it goes out and it comes back in a letter from some kid as to what they think about it and I've taken their analysis to heart so much that I have taken up his thing. Writing what my audience is telling me to write.