You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

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

Manners are love in a cool climate.

The Scots are very hospitable; almost as hospitable as the Americans.

In most cases an act of unwelcome sex is no more bother than being vaccinated, so there's no point going on about it as if it werea fate worse than death. With skill and good manners you can avoid having to make the sacrifice, but should you find yourself in a compromising situation largely of your own making, you should stop defending your virtue and start worrying about your maturity. It will give you something to think about while the savage pumper bangs away.

If you live in America, you don't have to work. You can just drift along in the smiling and nodding racket.

I would never go to a place and live there because the weather was good or the scenery was beautiful or the architecture was wonderful. I would only go because the people are kind, and in America, everybody's your friend and happiness rains down from the sky.