It takes a certain amount of guts to go to your class reunions.

Unpleasant reading on the subject of anger tells us that there's not really anything wrong with it. In limited amounts. It can even be a good thing. A pressure valve.

I don't think anyone ever gets over the surprise of how differently one audience's reaction is from another.

I don't see the future as bright, language-wise. I see it as a glass half empty - and evaporating quickly.

Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.

There is something about a Luger that separates it from all other handguns, and Luger devotees and Luger society members speak of it in romantic terms that must sound plain nuts to those who consider themselves level-headed.

Why anyone, by dying, should thereby be declared beyond criticism, innocent of wrongdoing, suddenly filled with virtue and above reproach escapes me.