We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by Bulgaria, in lieu of gold, at the Moscow Narodny Bank, a Communist finance house for East-West trade.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.