My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.
Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
City wits, country humorists.
Many count on their disadvantages to cover for them.