Men get laid, but women get screwed.

Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.

While I have very little to say in favor of sex (it's vastly overrated, it's frequently unnecessary, and it's messy), it is greatly to be preferred to the interminable torments of romantic agony through which two people tear one another limb from limb while professing altruistic devotion.

Britain cherishes her eccentrics and wisely holds that the function of government is to build a walled garden in which anarchy can flourish.

The curiosity of the neighbors about you, is a tribute to your individuality, and you should encourage it

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.

In Manhattan, when you're out of the front door, you're on, and you have to be ready to smile and speak to people.