Fame Is A Powerful Aphrodisiac.

My Two Fingers On A Typewriter Have Never Connected With My Brain. My Hand On A Pen Does. A Fountain Pen, Of Course. Ball-point Pens Are Only Good For Filling Out Forms On A Plane.

Indifference And Pride Look Very Much Alike, And He Probably Thought I Was Proud.

There Was Always Another Side To A Joke, The Side Of The Victim.

I Couldn't Have Thought Of Her More. Even Vacancy Was Crowded With Her.

I Had To Touch You With My Hands, I Had To Taste You With My Tongue; One Can't Love And Do Nothing.