Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.

Writing is like travelling. It's wonderful to go somewhere, but you get tired of staying.

There are as many kinds of kisses as there are people on earth, as there are permutations and combinations of those people. No two people kiss alike—no two people fuck alike—but somehow the kiss is more personal, more individualized than the fuck.