Home schooling as an idea is on a par with home dentistry.

In the main, ghosts are said to be forlorn and generally miserable, if not downright depressed. The jolly ghost is rare.

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

To call New York's traffic at holiday time a nightmare is to understate.

I feel like I've been watching Irwin Corey forever. I saw him in the 1950s, and I thought he was old then.

I have a disturbing problem with losing things. My vulnerability to loss-distress could properly be labeled not only inordinate, but neurotic.

Every student of comedy should see Dame Edna at least twice.