Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carrousel, so they wouldn’t...

Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.

I think that one of these days,” he said, “you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. But immediately. You can’t afford to...

People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily,…,and he had very red hair.

Some guys spend days looking for something they lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I’d care too much.