“Never more then two, I told her once. I repeat an old joke about why martinis are like a women's breasts; one is never enough and three are too many”

“One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.”

“I love Paul O'Neill, but you could not pay me enough to work for him again" one official told me. "the man has never encountered an answer he can't turn into another twenty hours of work.”

“To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be the standard thing. Imagine, stripping a woman down, and she has a body like a little submarine. With periscope, propellers, torpedoes. That would be the one for me. I'd marry her right off and be faithful to the end.”

“animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along”

“Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!”

“I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer womenwho haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.There is a quality about women who choosemen sparingly;it appears in their walkin their eyesin their laughter and in theirgentle hearts.Women who have had too many menseem to choose the next oneout of revenge rather than withfeeling.When you play the field selfishly everythingworks against you:one can’t insist on love ordemand affection.You’re finally left with whateveryou have been willing to givewhich often is:nothing.”