Isaac Davis

I like the way you express yourself, too. Pithy, yet degenerate.

I don't get angry. I tend to internalise. I can't express anger. That's one of the problems I have. I grow a tumour instead.

— I got a divorce because my ex-wife left me for another woman.
— Really?
— Mm-hm.
— God, that must have been demoralising.
— I took it well under the circumstances.
— Phew-wee.
— I tried to run 'em both over with a car.

My analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful I got another analyst.

I was thinking there must be something wrong with me, because I've never had a relationship that's lasted longer than the one between Hitler and Eva Braun.

Well, a satirical piece in the Times is one thing, but bricks get right to the point.

You could've said, but you... All you had to do was call me and talk to me. I'm understanding. I'd have said no, but you'd have felt honest.

They watch their sets and the gamma rays eat the white cells of their brains out.

For about 30 seconds I was a big hero, and now it's directly to unemployment.

Well, I don't believe in extramarital relationships. I think people should mate for life like pigeons or Catholics.

He's done a great job on you. Your self-esteem is like a notch below Kafka's.

Mary: You don't need a male. Two mothers are fine.
Isaac: Really? Because I feel very few people survive one mother.

Don't stare at me with those big eyes. You look like one of those barefoot kids from Bolivia who needs foster parents.

— I... I was World War II. I was in the trenches.
— You were eight in World War II.
— Right. I was never in the trenches. I was caught right in the middle.

They mean nothing cos nothing worth knowing is understood with the mind.
Everything valuable enters through a different opening... if you'll forgive the disgusting imagery.