A Naked Dog For A Naked Lady.

I Used To Come Home At Night Full Of Inspiration, And Sit Up With A Bottle Of Scotch. As I Wrote, The Words Seemed Wonderful, Just Too Wonderful To Be Coming From Me. Next Morning I Always Found They Were Terrible And I Could Never Use Anything I Wrote.

The Dog Is Dressed Just Like Me At The Climax Of My Act.

It's Not What You Do. It's The Way You Do It-stripping, Or Writing, Or Talking . . . Or Just Breathing. Do It With An Air, And Never Admit You're Scared.

God Is Love, But Get It In Writing.

You Don't Have To Be Naked To Look Naked. You Just Have To Think Naked.