You made one mistake. You married me.
Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.
Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis.
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.
When two men fight over a woman it's the fight they want, not the woman.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?