who hasn't slept in an empty bed sometimes, longing for the embrace of another person on the achingly short trip to the grave?
To find his own salvation, a man must first find the fool locked inside himself and set it free.
Guilt didn't put any butter on the bread of life.
From talk radio to insult radio wasn't really that much of a leap.
No means everything to a dog, nothing to a cat.
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.