Electronic books are a bad thing because they cannot be accumulated on shelves to remind you of your past, to impress your neighbors and colleagues, and to help prevent divorces thanks to the sheer bother of arguing over who owns what.

To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.

If you're going to love somebody, love somebody who needs it.

Rid the mind of knowledge when looking for pleasure. Or start thinking and find a lot of pain.

Expect the worst and that's what you'll get only it will be much worse.

Food Throwers: Begun usually by estranged couples, once this victual flinging starts, everyone will do it...Should your dinner party have become an out of control concussion match with opponents catapulting croutons and petits pois across the mahogany, don't fight it, go with it. And when you have the desire to quell the uprising approach the original perpetrator from behind. There, slowly crown her with the contents of the fresh fruit salad bowl. But be warned. Although this immobilizes and rivits everyone's attention it also gives them new ideas.

I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.