It would take far too long to get in and out of low-cut dresses.

I didn't do that, did I?

[Still, it was satisfying to see them humbled.] They're like dirigibles, ... They look huge floating over us with their messages. Then they get punctured, and they're flabby rubber.

That second floor was a wonderful adventure. It was cozy. But at the same time we had this feeling of being uprooted ? and also of being cold and of having to come back down to the real world.

I hope the Catholics don't get a hold of him and make him a saint. That would make him most miserable and unhappy, because he would not think he was worthy.