Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.

It is a good deed to forget a poor joke.

To get enough to eat was regarded as an achievement. To get drunk was a victory.

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.

There's no one, no one, loves you like yourself.

Ninety-seven saint days a year wouldn't affect the theater, but two Yom Kippurs would ruin it.