Heavy booze is a big time vacation, but you come back with a headache.

Cholesterol to go with alcohol; all the bad things in English-speaking life end in -ol.

If I tell you that I have robbed a bank, prepare the correct reaction.

If you could have a famous writer, dead or alive, write an obituary for you and really puff you up to have been something you weren’t, perhaps, or otherwise take liberties with your memory, what writer would you choose?

Heavy booze is a big time vacation, but you come back with a headache.

I knew I was supposed to be a writer; I had made that declaration in the closet of my soul.

Is a gesture of charity genuine or is it a kind of deep moral tax write-off?