All Literature Is Gossip.

Time. Time. What Is Time? Swiss Manufacture It, French Hoard It, Italians Squander It, Americans Say It Is Money. Hindus Say It Does Not Exist. Know What I Say? I Say Time Is A Crook.

Norman Mailer Thinks William Burroughs Is A Genius, Which I Think Is Ludicrous Beyond Words. I Don't Think William Burroughs Has An Ounce Of Talent.

I Told You: You Can Make Yourself Love Anybody.

I Am Always Drawn Back To Places Where I Have Lived, The Houses And Their Neighborhoods.

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.