I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.

A molehill man is a pseudo-busy executive who comes to work at 9 AM and finds a molehill on his desk. He has until 5 PM to make this molehill into a mountain. An accomplished molehill man will often have his mountain finished before lunch.

The American arrives in Paris with a few French phrases he has culled from a conversational guide or picked up from a friend who owns a beret.

I play a musical instrument a little, but only for my own amazement.

Everywhere outside New York City is Bridgeport, Connecticut.

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.