Language is the friendliest of the things from which we cannot escape.

City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.

Radical historians now the tell the story of Thanksgiving from the point of view of the turkey.

Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.

Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort.

The self-righteous rule out the possibility that they are what has gone wrong.

Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.