If You Truly Love Me, Kill The

Nothing Shortens A Journey So Pleasantly As An Account Of Misfortunes At Which The Hearer Is Permitted To Laugh.

Is Not The Whole World A Vast House Of Assignation Of Which The Filing System Has Been Lost?

In Manhattan, Every Flat Surface Is A Potential Stage And Every Inattentive Waiter An Unemployed, Possibly Unemployable, Actor.

Exhibitionists Have No Friends, No Friends At All.

I Never Saw Portsmouth By Day.