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(1893—1967)

U.S. poetwriter

Ducking for apples--change one letter and it's the story of my life.

(1893—1967)

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

(1893—1967), Paris Review (Summer, 1956)

If you're going to write, don't pretend to write down. It's going to be the best thing you can do, and it's the fact that it's the best you can do that kills you.

(1804—1849)

U.S. author

My best friend would be the man who [blew my brains out] with a pistol.

The Bostonians are really, as a race, far inferior in point of anything beyond mere intellect to any other set upon the continent of North America. They are decidedly the most servile imitators of the English it is possible to conceive.

U.S. comedian

I learned about sex the hard way--from books!

US comedian

Whatever happened to the good old days, when children worked in factories?

U.S. comedian

I'm a great lover, I'll bet.

(except it was said by Philippe Destouches,(1680—1754), French playwright, in L'Obstacle impreum )

The absent are always in the wrong.

Some have been thought brave because they were afraid to run away.