All through the nineties I met people. Crowds of people. Met and met and met, until it seemed that people were born and hastily grew up, just to be met.
The way to do some things is to do them.
A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.
The wages of sin is alimony.
A blunder at the right moment is better than cleverness at the wrong time.
In December people give no thought to the Past or the Future. They thing only of the Present.