No matter how cynical I get, I can't keep up.
Reality is nothing more than a collective hunch.
You are what you think ... geez, that's frightening.
There's so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.
Being a New Yorker is never having to say you are sorry.
Wouldn't it be great if we all grew up to be what we wanted to be? The world would be full of nurses, firemen, and ballerinas.