The Sun Was In Mind To Come

I Think Weddings Are Sadder Than Funerals, Because They Remind You Of Your Own Wedding. You Can't Be Reminded Of Your Own Funeral Because It Hasn't Happened. But Weddings Always Make Me Cry.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.

Other People Have A Nationality. The Irish And The Jews Have A Psychosis.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?