The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.

If the nest is truly empty, who owns all this junk?

I have paid as much as $300 a night to throw up into a sink shaped like a seashell.

One never realizes how different a husband and wife can be until they begin to pack for a trip.

Never underestimate what it takes to watch someone you love in pain.

Everyone I talked to was a recording-the bank, the elevator, your office, the school, a wrong number. You used to be able to call a wrong number and get a person.

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.