In New York You've Got To Have

God Is A Lonely Place Without Steak.

Gradually I Came To Realize That My Understanding Of Women Goes Only As Far As The Pleasure Is Concerned.

If I Hadn't Been A Drunkard, I Probably Would Have Committed Suicide Long Ago.

The Sea Is Made Of Blood

Take A Writer Away From His Typewriter And All You Have Left Is The Sickness Which Started Him Typing In The Beginning