“Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied.”

“Well, Miss, if the choice is between sharin' a room with my kid brother or a pretty filly the likes of you, I think you'd know my choice.”

“You're playing with fire askin' that question, darlin'.""Why's that?""'Cause my very explicit answer would make you blush like a virgin and run screamin' for the Black Hills.”

“You tell me to stand still, but I am not walking," he shouted, "whereas you who are walking say you are still. How is it that you are standing still but I am not?"The Buddha turned round. "My legs move but my mind is still," he said. "Your legs are still but your mind moves all the time in a fire of anger, hatred, and feverish desire. Therefore, I am still but you are not.”

“I asked my interior designer to give me something appropriate for defiling virgins.”

“My arms and legs were wrapped like tentacles around Echo, my nymph who lay sleeping with her back against me.”