If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness

Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.

If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness

War makes strangers bedfellows.

I've got a penny-ante talent, out of which I try to drum up a living for myself. And what nobody seems to realize is that it's just as difficult to get a bad idea as a good one.

... maybe that's all anyone who writes or paints or sculpts is doing anyway -- excusing themselves for refusing to live like other people or be like them.

[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.