When my father would come home from the track after a good day, the whole room would light up; it was fairyland. But when he lost, it was black. In our house, it was always either a wake ... or a wedding.
I can make the best French toast.
It grieves us to produce work that is not perfect.
The only exercise I take is walking behind the coffins of friends who took exercise.
I'm not working-class: I come from the criminal classes.
I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony.