It Is Not A Fragrant World.

I Certainly Admire People Who Do Things.

I Always Find What I Want. But When I Find It, I Don't Want It Any More.

It Was A Blonde. A Blonde To Make A Bishop Kick A Hole In A Stained-glass Window.

Neither Of The Two People In The Room Paid Any Attention To The Way I Came In, Although Only One Of Them Was Dead.

The Reading Public Is Intellectually Adolescent At Best, And It Is Obvious That What Is Called ''significant Literature'' Will Only Be Sold To This Public By Exactly The Same Methods As Are Used To Sell It Toothpaste, Cathartics And Automobiles.