"Currently am waging war against two little girls down the road. They are driving me out of my mind. Why do children always think that I am a child too? I'd like to crack their little heads together."
"Not, I must say, that you've been dazzling correspondents, any of you: many's the night I've trudged down to the post-office, then trudged back empty-handed - thinking, a fine lot they are, whirling from one gay event to another, never giving a thought to poor Truman: far off there on a windswept hill with nothing but the sound of the sea to cheer him up. Oh chilluns, it do get mighty powerful lonesome here."
"What a psychopath."