Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never

When That Ineffable Compound Of Depression, Sadness (these Two Are Not The Same), Anxiety, Self-hatred, Sense Of Failure And Fear For The Future Begins To Steal Over You, Start Telling Yourself That What You Have Is A Hangover. You Are Not Sickening For Anything, You Have Not Suffered A Minor Brain Lesion, You Are Not All That Bad At Your Job, Your Family And Friends Are Not Leagued In A Conspiracy Of Barely Maintained Silence About What A S**t You Are, You Have Not Come At Last To See Life As It Really Is And There Is No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk.

To Refer Even In Passing To Unpublished Or Struggling Authors And Their Problems Is To Put Oneself At Some Risk, So I Will Say Here And Now That Any Unsolicited Manuscripts Or Typescripts Sent To Me Will Be Destroyed Unread. You Must Make Your Way Yourself. Why You Should Be So Set On The Nearly Always Disappointing Profession Is A Puzzling Question.

The Scandinavians Are Dear People But They've Never Been What You Might Call Bywords For Wit And Sparkle, Have They?

The First, Indeed The Only, Requirement Of A Diet Is That It Should Lose You Weight Without Reducing Your Alcoholic Intake By The Smallest Degree.

Never Despise A Drink Because It Is Easy To Make And/or Uses Commercial Mixes. Unquestioning Devotion To Authenticity Is, In Any Department Of Life, A Mark Of The Naive - Or Worse.