I Always Start A Book

I Met Jack Kennedy In November, 1946... We Went Out On A Double Date And It Turned Out To Be A Fair Evening For Me. I Seduced A Girl Who Would Have Been Bored By A Diamond As Big As The Ritz.

Amateurs... Venture Into Scenes That A Writer With More Experience (and More Professional Concern) Would Bypass Or Eschew Altogether.

There's A Subterranean Impetus Towards Pornography So Powerful That Half The Business World Is Juiced By The Sort Of Half Sex That One Finds In Advertisements.

Somerset Maugham ... Wrote Somewhere That "nobody Is Any Better Than He Ought To Be."... I Carried It Along With Me As A Working Philosophy, But I Suppose That Finally I Would Have To Take Exception To The Thought ... Or Else The Universe Is Just An Elaborate Clock.

We Are Close To Dead. There Are Faces And Bodies Like Gorged Maggots On The Dance Floor, On The Highway, In The City, In The Stadium; They Are A Host Of Chemical Machines Who Swallow The Product Of Chemical Factories, Aspirin, Preservatives, Stimulant, Relaxant, And Breathe Out Their Chemical Wastes Into A Polluted Air. The Sense Of A Long Last Night Over Civilization Is Back Again.