“Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.”

“That's what friendship is, sharing the prejudice of experience.”

“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.”

“I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer womenwho haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.There is a quality about women who choosemen sparingly;it appears in their walkin their eyesin their laughter and in theirgentle hearts.Women who have had too many menseem to choose the next oneout of revenge rather than withfeeling.When you play the field selfishly everythingworks against you:one can’t insist on love ordemand affection.You’re finally left with whateveryou have been willing to givewhich often is:nothing.”

“Now, I thought, pushing my cart along, I have this job. Is this to be it? No wonder men robbedbanks. There were too many demeaning jobs. Why the hell wasn't I a superior court judge or aconcert pianist? Because it took training and training cost money. But I didn't want to be anythinganyhow. And I was certainly succeeding”

“People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.”

“when I was a boy I used to dream of becomingthe village idiot.I used to lie in bed and imagine myself thehappy idiotable to get food easily...and easy sympathy,a planned confusion of not too much love or effort.some would claim that I have succeeded.”