Clergyman's

“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.
- Richard Wilson

“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.
- Richard Wilson

“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.
- Richard Wilson

You’re as nutty as a peck of pecans, ma’am.
- 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.
- Richard Wilson

We’ll jump off that bridge when we come to it.
- Richard Wilson

“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.
- Richard Wilson

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.
- Richard Wilson

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.
- Richard Wilson

“‘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.
- Richard Wilson