When the sex war is won prostitutes should be shot as collaborators for their terrible betrayal of all women.

Grooming oneself with all the crazed compulsion of an under-exercised lab rat in order to hook a rich man and obtain a lush lifestyle makes a certain (albeit seedy) sense.

If you want sex, have an affair. If you want a relationship, buy a dog.

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.

Sex, on the whole, was meant to be short, nasty and brutish. If what you want is cuddling, you should buy a puppy.

Whenever I am sent a new book on the lively arts, the first thing I do is look for myself in the index.

I feel I'm trying to get this really crap car going, and it just keeps stalling on me. And then other times I feel like my life's a train thundering toward me, and I'm in a car stuck on the crossroads and can't get out. Isn't it great being young!