... 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.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.

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

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.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they want to do.

there are only two ways to make a lot [of money] while you're young: One is to entertain the public; and the other is to cheat it.

Adultery is not a crime, it's an amusement.