There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.

Massage is the only form of physical pleasure to which nature forgot to attach consequences.

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.

We lack resolve and blame fate, mistaking the drift for the tides.

You get to an age when there are really just two reasons to get up in the morning — for goodness sake and for heaven's sake.

There is a what-the-hell moment in life when you feel you have been pre-punished for every sin you'll ever commit.

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.