Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.
The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.
The negative always wins at last, but I like it none the better for that.
At the end of every diet, the path curves back to the trough.
I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.
The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.