Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and much less restful.
We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.
Good food, good sex, good digestion, good sleep: to these basic animal pleasures, man has added nothing but the good cigarette.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.
I often pray, though I'm not really sure Anyone's listening; and I phrase it carefully, just in case He's literary.