So far rich people have been very quiet about the possibility of getting taxes raised on them, but that doesn't mean they won't get mad about it, it just means they don't know about it. Because it takes a while for bad news to reach a rich person. First their accountant has to tell the butler, who has to tell the servant, who wouldn't dare interrupt their game of croquet.

You know, I think there's a good rule of thumb here: Don't take nutritional advice from other species.

After all this time I found that the novel is in fact punk rock.

I don't want to be poor. I don't want to be rich to the extent that all I care about is keeping my job. I don't care enough about keeping my job right now. That's good. That makes effective at what I do. I don't want to be frightened of getting fired. So to that end I suppose my ambitions are that I spend less than I earn.

Technically my dog's naked most of the time. Except halloween, when I dress him up as Liza Minelli.

I found the prospect daunting, but somehow comforting, too, because the counselors insisted it could be done, and, after all, many of them were recovering alcoholics themselves.

People talk to old people like they're children.'Oh you're very old aren't you?' Yeah I'm old. I'm not stupid.