I'm A Drinker With A Writing Problem.

Whatever You Hold In Contempt Is Your Jailer.

Shakespeare Said Pretty Well Everything And What He Left Out, James Joyce, With A Judge From Meself, Put In.

Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your Sons Be Bishops.

There Is No Human Situation So Miserable That It Cannot Be Made Worse By The Presence Of A Policeman.

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.