A man at his desk in a room with a closed door is a man at work. A woman at a desk in any room is available.

The real demon is success-the anxieties engendered by this quest are relentless, degrading, corroding. What is worse, there is no end to this escalation of desire.

Know the difference between Giant and Jumbo? Between two-ounce and a big two-ounce? Between a quart and a full quart? What's a tall 24-inch? What does Extra Long mean? Who's kidding who?

One is as one is, and the love that can't encompass both is a poor sort of love.

To be successful in the world of art you must, of course, have talent, although very small talents have gone very far in this age. Just as the microphone gave volume to voices that had none, so does the science of press-agentry magnify limited skills into highly saleable properties.

The world of sight is still limitless. It is the artist who limits vision to the cramped dimensions of his own ego.

The right to choose death when life no longer holds meaning is not only the next liberation but the last human right.