"I hate writing; I love having written."
"Martinis are like breasts: one is not enough, three is too many."
On breakups, then and now:
"In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you."