go to school.

"Something else an academic education will do for you. If you go along with it any considerable distance, it'll begin to give you an idea what size mind you have. What it'll fit and, maybe, what it won't. Ater a while, you'll have an idea what kind of thoughts your particluar size mind should be wearing. For one thing, it may save you an extraordinary amount of time trying on ideas that don't suit you, aren't becoming to you. You'l begin to know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly."

So go to school, you little peoples of the world. Go to some goddamn school.

All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

Live humbly.

Then he came back and sat down with the paper in his hand. "Oddly enough, this wasn't written by a practicing poet. It was written by a psychoanalyst name Wilhelm Stekel. Here's what he- Are you still with me?"
"Yes, sure I am."
"Here's what he said: 'The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.' "

goddamn Actors

In the first place, I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do. Some of the good ones do, in a very slight way, but not in a way that's fun to watch. And if any actor's really good, you can always tell he knows he's good, and that spoils it.

Skates.

One thing about packing depressed me a little. I had to pack these brand-new ice skates my mother had practcially just sent me a couple of days before. That depressed me. I could see my mother going in Spaulding's and asking the salesman a million dopy questions- and here I was getting the ax again. It made me feel pretty sad. She bought me the wrong kind of skates- I wanted racing skates and she bought me hockey- but it made me sad anyways.

Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.