I would read Playboy more often, but my glasses keep steaming up.
There are many ways to die in bed, but the best way is not alone.
Young. Old. Just words. Inside we feel like our shoe size.
In those days the best painkiller was ice; it wasn't addictive and it was particularly effective if you poured some whiskey over it.
A young mind in a healthy body is a wonderful thing. Especially for an old man with an open night.
I can't understand why I flunked American history. When I was a kid there was so little of it.