Food Has It Over Sex For Variety.

A Cat Is The Only Domestic Animal I Know Who Toilet Trains Itself And Does A Damned Impressive Job Of It.

I Know How Deeply Slothful I Am.

The Pleasure Of Jogging And Running Is Rather Like That Of Wearing A Fur Coat In Texas In August: The True Joy Comes In Being Able To Take The Damn Thing Off.

While Reading Writers Of Great Formulatory Power — Henry James, Santayana, Proust — I Find I Can Scarcely Get Through A Page Without Having To Stop To Record Some Lapidary Sentence. Reading Henry James, For Example, I Have Muttered To Myself, "c’mon, Henry, Turn Down The Brilliance A Notch, So I Can Get Some Reading Done." I May Be One Of A Very Small Number Of People Who Have Developed Writer’s Cramp While Reading.

I Am The Heterosexual Truman Capote.