Memory Is More Indelible Than Ink.

I Was Making Love To A Man, A Man I Hardly Even Know. He Was Kissing The Face Off Me And I Was Kissing The Face Off Him. And I Found It Highly Satisfactory.

I Used To Think That Looking Across A Pillow Into The Fabulous Face Of Buster Keaton Would Be A More Thrilling Destiny Than Any Screen Career.

Men Are Weak And Constantly Need Reassurance, So Now That They Fail To Find Adulation In The Opposite Sex, They're Turning To Each Other. Less And Less Do Men Need Women. More And More Do Gentlemen Prefer Gentlemen.

Fate Keeps On Happening.

If Hollywood Hadn't Existed, Elinor Glyn Would Have Had To Invent It.