Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.