Even In Moments Of Tranquility,

Men Never Sound More Stupid Than When They're Telling You They're A Very Complex Personality.

Every Sentence He Manages To Utter Scatters Its Component Parts Like Pond Water From A Verb Chasing Its Own Tail.

The Entrée Wasn't Tender Enough To Be A Paving Stone And The Gravy Couldn't Have Been Primordial Soup Because Morphogenesis Was Already Taking Place.

On The Correctly Formed Pubescent Girl, A Speedo Looked Wonderful. When It Was Wet, It Was An Incitement To Riot.

Almost 70 Years Have Gone By, And I've Still Got That Feeling When I Write... Writing, For Me, Is Still It. It Has Always Been The Basis Of Everything I Do. I'm A Writer Who Performs, Not A Performer Who Writes. I Love The Act Of Writing. It's Still A Thrill For Me.