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.

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

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

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

If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.

The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.

Rome is everybody's memory.