Nobody ever loved anybody like everybody wants to be loved.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.

An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.

The neurotic feels as though trapped in a gas-filled room where at any moment someone, probably himself, will strike a match.

To smoke or not to smoke: I can make of either a life-work.

The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.

It is always safe to tell people that they're looking wonderful.