In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: 'Is there someone new?'

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: ''Is there someone new?''

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

Looking back, I wince at the careless way I tossed out my opinions.

My hand does the work and I don't have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. It's like a dam in the brain that bursts.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.