I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book. . . . I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.

I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.

I was going to thrash them within an inch of their lives, but I didn't have a tape measure.

You are going Uruguay, and I'm going my way

Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.

John you say you met in an elevator. Was the elevator going up at the time, or down? This is very important, for going down in an elevator one always has that sinking feeling and for all I know you may have this confused with love. If you were going up, it is clearly a case of love at first sight.