I get up in the morning with an idea for a three-volume novel and by nightfall it's a paragraph in my column.
Don Marquisit is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty
Don MarquisBetween the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.
Don Marquis