The great fun in my life has been getting up every morning and rushing to the typewriter because some new idea has hit me.

When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

Freedom itself was attacked this morning by a faceless coward, and freedom will be defended.

I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'