There's your Karma ripe as peaches. — Jack Kerouac

I could give you a list a mile long of the homosexuals in the arts but there's no point in making a big tzimis about a relatively harmless and cool state of affairs — Each man to his own tastes.

A sociable smile is nothing but teeth.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.