Morals are private. Decency is public.

Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls at 6:30 each morning.

While cats can be infuriating, little old women in fur coats, they make me laugh. Of course, dogs, horses and my highly social chickens are dear to me, too.

Two wrongs don't make a right. No, but three will get you back on the freeway!

Money and writing appear to be mutually exclusive.

Pornography exists for the lonesome, the ugly, the fearful - it's made for the losers.

Recognition of function always precedes recognition of being.