Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

Bottles Of Wine Aren't Like Paintings. At Some Point You Have To Consume Them. The Object In Life Is To Die With No Bottles Of Wine In Your Cellar. To Drink Your Last Bottle Of Wine And Go To Sleep That Night And Not Wake Up.

My Former Wife Is A Very Eccentric Woman, Which Is Why I Still Love Her.

I'm Afraid That - Not Necessarily Deliberately, But Consistently - I've Made A Kind Of Laboratory Out Of My Life, Where I Mix The Stuff In The Test Tubes To Create Explosions - Possibly Resulting In Interesting By-products. I Mean, Not Deliberately - I'd Be Crazy To Deliberately Do That - Or Maybe Not.

I Love To Imagine Inside The Head Of A Woman.

Add Anchovies To Almost Anything, In Moderation, And It Will Taste Better.