Sex Stops When You Pull

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.

I've Been Trying To Write For As Long As I Can Remember. But Those First Fifteen Years Didn't Produce Much Of Great Interest. I Mean, It Embarrasses Me Very Much To Look Back On My Early Poems--very Few Lines Of Any Merit At All And Lots Of Affectation. But There Were Quite A Lot Of Them. That's A Point In One's Favor.

When Starting To Think About Any Novel, Part Of The Motive Is: I'm Going To Show Them, This Time.

The Rewards For Being Sane May Not Be Very Many, But Knowing What's Funny Is One Of Them.

He Who Truly Believes He Has A Hangover Has No Hangover.