Kinky in London

Here are a few lessons from modern American music. First, he not busy being born is busy dying. Second, you can't hang a man for killing a woman who is trying to steal your horse. And, third, you come to see what you want to see; you come to see, but you never come to know.
These are good lessons. Bob Dylan provided the first, Willie Nelson the second. The third belongs to Kinky Friedman, who, in the nineteen-seventies, travelled around the country with his country-and-Western band—Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys—annoying audiences with a series of goading, satirical songs with titles like “They Ain't Makin' Jews Like Jesus Anymore” and “Asshole from El Paso.” In the eighties, after the band broke up, Kinky reinvented himself as a mystery novelist. In the past twenty years, he has written seventeen mysteries starring a detective named Kinky Friedman a Jewish cowboy from Texas who has quit a singing career for a life of sleuthing and one-liners in New York City.

It wasn't a healthy attitude, but it wasn't really a healthy world.
If you are firmly enough rooted in your masculinity, it shouldn't bother you much to have a woman on top of you. It's a good deal more relaxing, it's often more satisfying for both parties, and you can see a lot more of what's going on.
If you're patient and you wait long enough, something will usually happen and it'll usually be something you don't like.
It was a nice neighborhood. If you liked neighborhoods.
But if you're paranoid long enough, sooner or later you're gonna be right.
Golf is the only opportunity that middle-aged Wasps have to dress up like a pimp.
Every time you see a beautiful woman, just remember, somebody got tired of her.
Cats are a fairly right-wing group politically. They are lovers of the status quo. They don't like anything that might represent change. They hate marriages, divorces, moving days, graduations, bar mitzvahs, bill collectors, rug shampooners, painters, plumbers, electricians, television repairmen, out-call masseuses, Jehovah's Witnesses, and just about everything else, most of which I agree with them about.
We're all worm bait waiting to happen. It's what you do while you wait that matters.
I could imagine a number of things that would look good on her. One of them was myself.
True New Yorkers would stand in line only at the Carnegie Delicatessen. Or the lottery. Or the soup kitchen on the Bowery.
Sleep came slower than a frigid woman.
Cats, as a rule, don't like lawyers. They have great insight into human character.
There are no good lawyers. There may be lady wrestlers and Catholic universities. There may be military intelligence. But a good lawyer is a contradiction in terms.
I'd often felt that a man without a woman was like a neck without a pain.
I knew I wasn't as stupid as I looked. No one was.
On the whole, I preferred cats to women because cats seldom if ever used the word "relationship".