Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?
Los Angeles is seven suburbs in search of a city.
Babies in silk hats playing with dynamite.
Germany was the cause of Hitler as much as Chicago is responsible for the Chicago Tribune.
There's nothing wrong with Oscar Levant - nothing a miracle won't cure.
She was like a sinking ship firing on the rescuers.
There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day.
If Ford is to Chevrolet what Dodge is to Chrysler, what Corn Flakes are to Post Toasties, what the clear blue sky is to the deep blue sea, what Hank Williams is to Neil Armstrong - can you doubt we were made for each other?
Things we cannot solve, we must survive.
I feel that, in a sense, the writer knows nothing any longer. He has no moral stance. He offers the reader the contents of his own head, a set of options and imaginative alternatives. His role is that of a scientist, whether on safari or in his laboratory, faced with an unknown terrain or subject. All he can do is to devise various hypotheses and test them against the facts.
We closed the restaurant in New Orleans and brought the entire staff to San Francisco. But we had to go home.