I Am A Drinker With Writing Problems.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.

In A Society Which Really Supported Marriage The Wife Would Be Encouraged To Go To The Office And Make Love To Her Husband On The Company's Time And With Its Blessing.

No Man Can Discover His Own Talents.

New York Is My Lourdes, Where I Go For Spiritual Refreshment... A Place Where You're Least Likely To Be Bitten By A Wild Goat.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.