I Love You To Pieces,

A Confessional Passage Has Probably Never Been Written That Didn't Stink A Little Bit Of The Writer's Pride In Having Given Up His Pride.

Ask Her If She Still Keeps All Her Kings In The Back Row.

Women Kill Me. They Really Do. I Don't Mean I'm Oversexed Or Anything Like That—although I Am Quite Sexy. I Just Like Them, I Mean. They're Always Leaving Their Goddam Bags Out In The Middle Of The Aisle.

People Never Think Anything Is Anything Really. I'm Getting Goddam Sick Of It.

You're Lucky If You Get Time To Sneeze In This Goddam Phenomenal World.