We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.

Where most of us end up there is no knowing, but the hellbent get where they are going.

Men are more interesting than women, but women ae more fascinating.

The unicorn is a mythical beast.