If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.
Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
Much awkwardness ensued.
Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.
Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.