Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.

I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Exercise is an unnatural act.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.