Writing is a form of herding. I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters.
Nothing good ever comes without a price.
A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Self-parody is the first portent of age.
No illusion is more crucial than the illusion that great success and huge money buy you immunity from the common ills of mankind, such as cars that won't start.
There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.