Sex between a man and a woman can be absolutely wonderful; provided you get between the right man and the right woman.
My analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful I got another analyst.
That’s one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thing’s real, it just lives.
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
Isn't all mankind ultimately executed for a crime it never committed?
Everyone wants to get out of living where they're living now, because life is a pretty tough proposition and not much fun. But when you think back to earlier times, you only extrapolate the nice things.