Joy And Sadness Come By Turns.

Lucky Is The Man Who Does Not Secretly Believe That Every Possibility Is Open To Him.

Bourbon Does For Me What The Piece Of Cake Did For Proust.

Life Is Fits And Starts, Mostly Fits.

It Is Not A Bad Thing To Settle For The Little Way, Not The Big Search For The Big Happiness But The Sad Little Happiness Of Drinks And Kisses, A Good Little Car And A Warm Deep Thigh.

A Good Title Should Be Like A Good Metaphor. It Should Intrigue Without Being Too Baffling Or Too Obvious.