The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute

What A Fortunate Fellow I Am, I Kept Telling Myself. Nobody Has Ever Had Such A Lovely Time As This!

I Was A Fighter Pilot, Flying Hurricanes All Round The Mediterranean. I Flew In The Western Desert Of Libya, In Greece, In Syria, In Iraq And In Egypt.

Words," He Said, "is Oh Such A Twitch-tickling Problem To Me All My Life.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It.

Sex Is Like Nose Picking. It's Fine As Long As You Practice It Yourself, But It's Disgusting Watching Someone Else Doing It.