I was surprised when I started getting old. I always thought it was one of those things that would happen to someone else.

My left descending septal branch artery decided to close without consultation with any of my other organs. It happened on Saint Patrick's Day, 1978.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

I was taken to the hospital for observation. I stayed several days, didn't observe anything, and I left.

Life is a series of dogs.

The IQ and the life expectancy of the average American recently passed each other in opposite directions.

Before they give you a lethal injection, they swab your arm with alcohol. It's true. Well, they don't want you to get an infection, and you can see their point. They don't want some guy go to hell and be sick.