Doing What You Wanted To Do Was

It Scored Right Away With Me By Being The Smooth, Fine-grained Sort, Not The Coarse Flaky, Dry-on-the-outside Rubbish Full Of Chunds Of Gut And Gristle To Testify To Its Authenticity.

Doing What You Wanted To Do Was The Only Training, And The Only Preliminary, Needed For Doing More Of What You Wanted To Do.

Being American Is, I Think, A Very Difficult Thing In Art, Because All The Elements Are European.

If You Can't Annoy Somebody, There Is Little Point In Writing.

Sex Stops When You Pull Up Your Pants, Love Never Lets You Go.