Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never

I Want A Dish To Taste Good, Rather Than To Have Been Seethed In Pig's Milk And Served Wrapped In A Rhubarb Leaf With Grated Thistle Root.

You'll Find That Marriage Is A Good Short Cut To The Truth. No, Not Quite That. A Way Of Doubling Back To The Truth. Another Thing You'll Find Is That The Years Of Illusion Aren't Those Of Adolescense, As The Grown-ups Try To Tell Us; They're The Ones Immediately After It, Say The Middle Twenties, The False Maturity If You Like, When You First Get Thoroughly Embroiled In Things And Lose Your Head. Your Age, By The Way, Jim. That's When You First Realize That Sex Is Important To Other People Besides Yourself. A Discovery Like That Can't Help Knocking You Off Balance For A Time.

Laziness Has Become The Chief Characteristic Of Journalism, Displacing Incompetence.

Work Was Like Cats Were Supposed To Be: If You Disliked And Feared It And Tried To Keep Out If Its Way, It Knew At Once And Sought You Out And Jumped On Your Lap And Climbed All Over You To Show How Much It Loved You. Please God, He Thought, Don't Let Me Die In Harness.

Outside Every Fat Man There Is An Even Fatter Man Trying To Close In.