I don't cook. I don't know anything about food. I've never reviewed a restaurant.

Getting a tattoo would probably make me cry.

The way I read Billy Carter's testimony, he was a model citizen himself until the voters went and ruined his life by making his brother President.

Math was always my bad subject. I couldn't convince my teachers that many of my answers were meant ironically.

When helicopters were snatching people from the grounds of the American embassy compound during the panic of the final Vietcong push into Saigon, I was sitting in front of the television set shouting, Get the chefs! Get the chefs!

As part of my research for An Anthology of Authors' Atrocity Stories About Publishers, I conducted a study (employing my usual controls) that showed the average shelf life of a trade book to be somewhere between milk and yoghurt.

If Lincoln freed the slaves and preserved the Union, how come 'Lincolnesque' just means tall?