I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.

We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.

I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.

He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped." "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.