The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

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

There is no actual law that says that a person of inner beauty cannot also maintain an appearance.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

There comes a time when a man and woman realize that their separate schemes can be better achieved as a conspiracy.

A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

Seems like nothing ever brings you back to reality that makes you want to stay there.