What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than J.C. Penney pantsuits.
Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.
I sometimes think novelists write about sex in order to avoid boring themselves to death.
Peace is only better than war when it's not hell too. War being hell makes sense.
Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.
Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral.