I have always been suspicious of romantic love. It looks too much like a narcissism shared by two.
I think gay people are like blondes: There're fewer of them but they have more fun.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
Youth moves out, leaving no forwarding address. No matter how you try, you can't reach that person again or that place.
I think of birth as the search for a larger apartment.
Gossip is irresponsible communication.