That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
When you clean up a city, you destroy it.
I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt
Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.