The secret of eternal youth is arrested development.
Children are all foreigners.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
My mother buried three husbands, and two of them were just napping.
I have often depended on the blindness of strangers.
Not only is life a bitch, it has puppies.
Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat.