Excuse my dust.

“Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;I'll not be left in sorrow.So long as I have …”

“There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it…”

“If wild my breast and sore my pride,I bask in dreams of suicide,If cool my hear…”

“So, you're the man who can't spell 'fuck.'" Dorothy Parker to Norman Mailer aft…”