I have known female whores who spoke very bitterly of their calling. "If they don't like my face, they can put a cushion over it. I know it's not that they're interested in." But to the boys this profession never seemed shameful. It was their daytime occupations for which they felt the need to apologize. In some instances, these were lower class or humdrum or, worst of all, unfeminine. At least whoring was never that.

I don't believe in convention at all. I do what I have to do to stay alive.

I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

To live in the past is to miss today's opportunities and tomorrow's blessings.

The more people one has to love, the more one's capacity to love stretches.

I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.

If I were God - and I never understand why I'm not - I should say, "Shop around, I don't think you'll find a better bargain than here."