I have only led such a stressed and anxious life thus far, in order to develop a sufficient number of gray and eccentric strands upon my head. The debatable remainder, I shall live completely relaxed and strikingly styled.

I should like to make slow, sober, focused love to all the stronger passions of humanity, tearing through the timid, the tired, the teased and torn, adding sugar to better taste even the bitter bore.

“Cut your jib with a razor-tipped dagger Groucho Marx walk.”

“The things of old that we once loved are not truly gone. They are for us to attempt and fail, forget and flail, our faults…a breath to something newly borne.”