Weather tonight: dark. Turning partly light by morning.
If all our national holidays were observed on Wednesdays, we could wind up with nine-day weekends.
I can remember staring at the orphanage and feeling envy.
There are three kinds of people: those who can count, and those who cannot.
There are only two types of motorists: the idiots who drive slower than me, and the lunatics who go faster.
My mother didn't get home until about seven most nights and, yes, there was a sense of being very alone after school. She gave me all the proper guidance and influences, but physically, she just couldn't be there.