Art is a form of catharsis.

Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.

It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

It was written without fear and without research.

I wanted to be cute. That's the terrible thing. I should have had more sense.

Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.