To take an Annamite to bed with you is like taking a bird: they twitter and sing on your pillow

Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed-that's me, love.

The only people who are happy about this, ... are CAIR and the corporate weasels at ABC who go to bed every night terrified that someone will call them insensitive.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

That whisky priest, I wish we had never had him in the house.

Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.