In Manhattan, When You're Out Of The

Life Was A Funny Thing That Happened To Me On The Way To The Grave.

The Trouble With Children Is That They're Not Returnable.

It's No Good Running A Pig Farm Badly For 30 Years While Saying, 'really, I Was Meant To Be A Ballet Dancer.' By Then, Pigs Will Be Your Style.

England Is Very Dreary, But I'm A People Person.

I Have Known Female Whores Who Spoke Very Bitterly Of Their Calling. "if They Don't Like My Face, They Can Put A Cushion Over It. I Know It's Not That They're Interested In." But To The Boys This Profession Never Seemed Shameful. It Was Their Daytime Occupations For Which They Felt The Need To Apologize. In Some Instances, These Were Lower Class Or Humdrum Or, Worst Of All, Unfeminine. At Least Whoring Was Never That.