There Is Light Somewhere.

Never Trust A Man In A Jumpsuit

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.

Love Be Damned Now As Love Was Damned When It First Arrived.

I Remembered My New Orleans Days, Living On Two Five-cent Candy Bars A Day For Weeks At A Time In Order To Have Leisure To Write. But Starvation, Unfortunately, Didn't Improve Art. It Only Hindered It. A Man's Soul Was Rooted In His Stomach. A Man Could Write Much Better After Eating A Porterhouse Steak And Drinking A Pint Of Whiskey Than He Could Ever Write After Eating A Nickel Candy Bar. The Myth Of The Starving Artist Was A Hoax.

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.