consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

Good leaders being scarce, following yourself is allowed.

I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.