I think we got much better poetry when it was all regarded as sinful or subversive, and you had to hide it under the cushion when somebody came in.

One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.

Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again.