Outside every fat man there is an even fatter man trying to close in.
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.
Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.
If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
Being American is, I think, a very difficult thing in art, because all the elements are European.
I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.