To find his own salvation, a man must first find the fool locked inside himself and set it free.

If you are reading a large newspaper, all spread out on the table, your cat will come and sit on the very paragraph you are reading, the talented cat draping her tail with miraculous precision over the very line you're not finished with.

who hasn't slept in an empty bed sometimes, longing for the embrace of another person on the achingly short trip to the grave?

Guilt didn't put any butter on the bread of life.

New York City is like the appetizer table at a Jewish wedding, loaded with salt and spice and cholesterol and flavor, with a waiter holding out pleasure in his right hand and indigestion in his left. If you've got the bucks, this burg has the bangs.

From talk radio to insult radio wasn't really that much of a leap.

If God did not intend the cat to live happily with humankind, why is there a meow in the middle of the word 'hoMEOWner'?