Die, My Dear? Why That's The Last

I Wish You'd Keep My Hands To Yourself.

Why Don't You Bore A Hole In Yourself And Let The Sap Run Out?

I Have Had A Perfectly Wonderful Evening, But This Wasn't It.

Anyone Buying This Book Is Going To Be Out A Tidy Sum If He Is Sucked In By The Title. I Wish I Could Write A Real Sexy Book That Would Be Barred From The Mails. Apparently Nothing Whets A Reader's Appetite For Literature More Than The News That The Author Has Been Thrown Into A Federal Pokey For Disturbing The Libido Of Millions Of Americans.

When Discovered By His Wife, Kissing The Maid, Groucho Said, "i Was Just Whispering In Her Mouth"