It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.
Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!
Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.
This book was written in those long hours I spent waiting for my wife to get dressed to go out. And if she had never gotten dressed at all this book would never have been written.
Celebrate the cracks, because that's how the light comes in.
You've forgotten those June nights at the Riviera...the night I drank Champagne from your slipper - two quarts. It would have been more but you were wearing inner soles.