The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
I'm all for sex. Seven nights a week. Days, too.
One of the nice things about problems is that a good many of them do not exist except in our imaginations.
Ours is a government of checks and balances. The Mafia and crooked businessmen make out checks, and the politicians and other compromised officials improve their bank balances.
Thousands of years ago only Christ could walk on the water. Today anybody can do it; you just step on the garbage.
Without laughter life on our planet would be intolerable. So important is laughter to us that humanity highly rewards members of one of the most unusual professions on earth, those who make a living by inducing laughter in others. This is very strange if you stop to think of it: that otherwise sane and responsible citizens should devote their professional energies to causing others to make sharp, explosive barking-like exhalations.
In a rational society we would want our presidents to be teachers. In our actual society we insist they be cheerleaders.
[Donald] Trump not taking [hillary] Clinton probe off the table.
Not being able to rebound better was a thorn in our foot.
Sometimes, when it is going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationary.
We went to high school together; he was a year older than me. I remember him there. . . he was very tall and skinny, wore lots of ponytails in his head, and I'm pretty sure I bought weed from him. I had to have.