It's Good To Be Here. At 98,

Critics Are Eunuchs At A Gang Bang.

I Spent A Year In That Town, One Sunday.

If I Paid $3 Or $4 For A Cigar, First I'd Sleep With It.

Young. Old. Just Words. Inside We Feel Like Our Shoe Size.

I Must Be Getting Absent-minded. Whenever I Complain That Things Aren't What They Used To Be, I Always Forget To Include Myself.