I consider dining out to be … A pleasure. A nice change. An opportunity to see friends. A romantic interlude. A career.

There is no such thing as rock and roll in Italy, so all the kids there want to be movie stars instead of heroin addicts.

If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass. Your life story would not make a good book. Do not even try.

THE BY-PRODUCTS OF FREEDOM AND/OR LICENSE

Very few people possess true artistic ability. It is therefore both unseemly and unproductive to irritate the situation by making an effort. If you have a burning, restless urge to write or paint, simply eat something sweet and the feeling will pass. Your life story would not make a good book. Do not even try.

“Your right to wear a mint-green polyester leisure suit ends where it meets my eye.”

The glamour of alienation

12:55 P.M.—I try to get back to sleep. Although sleeping is an area in which I have manifested an almost Algeresque grit and persistence, I fail to attain my goal.

Ordering in Some Breakfast. Picking Up the Mail. Going Out for Cigarettes. Meeting for a Drink. As you can see, these are largely urban activities and, as such, not ordinarily regarded with much respect by sports enthusiasts. Nevertheless, they all require skill, stamina, and courage. And they all have their penalties and their rewards.