All the flower children were as alike as a congress of accountants and about as interesting.

I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

Marriage is like pleading guilty to an indefinite sentence. Without parole.

The law seems like a sort of maze through which a client must be led to safety, a collection of reefs, rocks, and underwater hazards through which he or she must be piloted.

Farce is tragedy played at a thousand revolutions per minute.

I refuse to spend my life worrying about what I eat. There is no pleasure worth foregoing just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward.

I knew nothing about farce until I read Puce a l'Oreille, and had no idea what a deadly serious business it is.