Ack! Parables. I hate parables.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

I know that even now, having watched enough television, you probably won't even refer to them as lepers so as to spare their feelings. You probably call them 'parts-dropping-off challenged' or something.

As a teacher of fourth-graders in a public school, where corporal punishement was not allowed, she had years of violence stored up and was, truth be told, sort of enjoying letting it out on Kona, who she felt could have been the poster child for the failure of public education.

How could you deal with a creature as devious as woman.