The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.

I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.

When your bank account is so overdrawn that it is positively photographic, steps must be taken.

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.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can't hear an enzyme.

Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.