We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.

The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.

Women usually love what they buy, yet hate two-thirds of what is in their closets.

Courage doesn't know what's around the corner, but goes around it anyway.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.