Richard Wilson

"“Thank you,” she said icily. “I accept your good wishes and your resignation. And you can go to hell, Dave Hull.” Dave went to Texas."

"I’d better get back to work. It’s like butting my head against a stone wall, but somebody’s got to keep butting, if only for the sake of other people’s morale."

"You’re as nutty as a peck of pecans, ma’am."

"We’ll jump off that bridge when we come to it."

"I folded the paper and wriggled around in the seat. Buses are like candy bars, I thought. The price goes up and the size goes down. Each new bus seem to have less leg room and a lower headrest that its predecessor, so that you had to be a contortionist to take a nap."

"“‘Morning, Sam,” the coffee boy said. “How about some coffee?” “‘Morning, Herb,” I said. “That’s the first intelligent remark I’ve heard in some time.”"

"“I’m good for about thirty bucks,” I said. “Then I’ll have to get a refill from petty cash.” “There’s nothing petty about cash,” Stew said."

"“What do you think of it, old man?” I thought very little of it but I pretended to turn it over in my mind. “It’s got class,” I said finally. To myself I thought, with a capital K."

"“I’ve made my choice, Sam,” she had written. “I had to choose between what I wanted and what I could get. There are times when the ideal is just too unattainable and when the second best becomes, in the long run, the best. Maybe this also has a universal application. I hope so.”"