Alcohol and marijuana, if used in moderation, plus loud, usually low-class music, make stress and boredom infinitely more bearable.

It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

Only in books do we learn what’s really going on.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.

Freud said he didn't know what women wanted. I know what women want. They want a whole lot of people to talk to.

Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore

I chose cultural anthropology, since it offered the greatest opportunity to write high-minded balderdash.