On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.

The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

I am beginning to think of the human imagination as a fruit machine on which victories are rare and separated by much vain expense, and represent a rare alignment of mental and spiritual qualities that normally are quite at odds.

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

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.