See I don't really go after girls. Most of the girlfriends I've had have come after me. So it's really funny when girls get offended because I don't hit on them.

Hurried and worried until we're buried and there's no curtain call Lifes a very funny proposition after all.

The funny thing is I'm not bothered or sad about being on my own - after all I've never had a husband.

What's funny is that the idea of popularity - even the use of the word 'popular' - is something that had been mostly absent from my life since junior high. In fact the hallmark of life after junior high seemed to be the shedding of popularity as a central concern.

I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they're dead.

Do not let a flattering woman coax and wheedle you and deceive you she is after your barn.

Life is hard. After all it kills you.

People are roasting each other at parties at work events around the fire. It's so fun. People are busting each other's chops and it's a sign of affection truly. It's a true test of love and friendship: can you make a man laugh at himself? So what makes a good burn? Go after targets you love and respect. And hit 'em hard.

I came to Venice for the first time in 1968 and was lucky enough to make the acquaintanceship and then the friendship of two Venetians Roberta and Franco who remain my best friends here after almost 50 years.

My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.