Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.

Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common.

[From a window in the Writer's Building at MGM, which overlooked a cemetery:] Hello down there. It might interest you to know that up here we are just as dead as you are.

Like many a better one before me, I have gone down under the force of numbers, under the books and books and books that keep coming out and coming out and coming out, shoals of them, spates of them, flash floods of them, too blame many books, and no sign of an end.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.

If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.