Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected. – Charles Baudelaire
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning, its the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it. – Florence King