It's Terrible To Realize That

The Feminine In The Man Is The Sugar In The Whisky. The Masculine In The Woman Is The Yeast In The Bread. Without These Ingredients The Result Is Flat, Without Tang Or Flavor.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

I Like Any Place That Isn't Here.

Life Can't Ever Really Defeat A Writer Who Is In Love With Writing, For Life Itself Is A Writer's Lover Until Death – Fascinating, Cruel, Lavish, Warm, Cold, Treacherous, Constant.

When A New Post-war Generation Has Grown To Puberty And To Youth And To Manhood And Womanhood, It Should Read, And It Should Be Realistically Told, Of The Futility, The Idiocy, The Utter Depravity Of War. For That Matter, This Instruction Could Begin At The Age Of Six With The Taking Of Those Toy Guns Out Of Those Toy Holsters And Throwing Them In The Ash-cans Where They Belong.