Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.
Probably the only thing my mom and dad agreed on was the vital importance of guilt.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.
Guilt is the major motivating force in my life.
Yiddish is the voice of exile, the tongue of ghettos, but I'll shed a tear when it joins ancient Greek and dead Latin. For gossip and insult, you can't beat Yiddish.