To stretch the truth is to tell a lie.

A dog is much like a married man, obeying his master's voice for the sake of his master's touch.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

To stretch the truth is to tell a lie.

A toast once heard: "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first."