What A Woman Wants Is A Reaction.

You've Got To Burn Straight Up And Down And Then Maybe Sidewise For A While And Have Your Guts Scrambled By A Bully And The Demonic Ladies, You've Got To Run Along The Edge Of Madness Teetering, You've Got To Starve Like A Winter Alleycat, You've Go To Live With The Imbecility Of At Least A Dozen Cities, Then Maybe Maybe Maybe You Might Know Where You Are For A Tiny Blinking Moment.

Drink From The Well Of Yourself And Begin Again.

I Would Be Married, But I'd Have No Wife, I Would Be Married To A Single Life.

That's What Friendship Means: Sharing The Prejudice Of Experience.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.