Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.

One usually dislikes a play while writing it, but afterward it grows on one. Let others judge and make decisions.

We old bachelors smell like dogs, do we? So be it. But I must take issue with your claim that doctors who treat female illnesses are womanizers and cynics at heart. Gynecologists deal with savage prose the likes of which you have never dreamed of.

Of course politics is an interesting and engrossing thing. It offers no immutable laws, nearly always prevaricates, but as far asblather and sharpening the mind go, it provides inexhaustible material.

My holy of holies is the human body.

I was so drunk the whole time that I took bottles for girls and girls for bottles.

It's very hard, feeling that you're no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.