America fears the unshaven legs, the unshaven mens cheeks, the aroma of perspiration, and the limp prick. Above all it fears the limp prick. – Walter Abish
And at five oclock in the morning we left to drive to Old Tucson, and I sat with my mouth open in the van. I was stunned by the beauty of that country. – Erika Slezak
And so, at the age of thirty, I had successively disgraced myself with three fine institutions, each of which had made me free of its full and rich resources, had trained me with skill and patience, and had shown me nothing but forbearance and charity when I failed in trust. – Simon Raven
Humour is a fine line to walk in poetry, as in fiction. I just think its harder to write. Its harder to keep the respect of the reader too. – George Murray
