That's The Purpose Of Old Age... To

The Bird With The Thorn In Its Breast, It Follows An Immutable Law; It Is Driven By It Knows Not What To Impale Itself, And Die Singing. At The Very Instant The Thorn Enters There Is No Awareness In It Of The Dying To Come; It Simply Sings And Sings Until There Is Not The Life Left To Utter Another Note. But We, When We Put The Thorns In Our Breasts, We Know. We Understand. And Still We Do It. Still We Do It.

There's A Hell Of A Lot Of Horny People Out There Who Are Not Being Gratified In The Way They Should Be.

Truly God Was Good, To Make Man So Blind.

My Books And Other Works Are My Legacy, And It's A Great Comfort To Know That Mine Is A Legacy Of Pleasure For Other People.

Perfection, In Anything, Is Unbearably Dull. Myself, I Prefer A Touch Of Imperfection.