There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.
Age is a slowing down of everything except fear.
The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.
A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.
Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.