Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.
All American cars are basically Chevrolets.
Just two days in Manhattan and you find yourself looking for a place to wash your handkerchief after you wipe your forehead and it comes away black. Is there a dirtier or more fascinating city anywhere in the land? The answer to both parts of the question has to be positively negative.
The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever.
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.
New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.