Young Or Old, Good Or Bad, I

I'm Going, She Said. I Love You But You're Crazy, You're Doomed.

To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

They Looked As If Nothing Had Ever Touched Them--all Well-mothered, Protected, With A Soft Sheen Of Contentment. None Of Them Had Ever Been In Jail, Or Worked Hard With Their Hands, Or Even Gotten A Traffic Ticket. Skimmed-milk Jollies, The Whole Bunch.

It’s Hard To Drink When You Dance. And It’s Hard To Dance When You Drink.

Joan Of Arc Had Style. Jesus Had Style.