Anybody who's against birth control and abortion has to be a criminal idiot.

Rome is ... an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.

Shame can be self-indulgence too.

How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.

Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.

Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.

The Roman form of serenade is to race a motorcycle motor under the girl's window, but mufflers are not common in any situation; the only things as dearly loved as a good noise are breakneck speed and eye-splitting lights, preferably neon - all expressions of well-being, like a huge belly-laugh.