I heard on public radio recently, there's a thing called Weed Dating. Singles get together in a garden and weed and then they take turns, they keep matching up with other people. Two people will weed down one row and switch over with two other people. It's in Vermont. I don't think I'd be very good at Weed Dating.

Ham's substantial, ham is fat. Ham is firm and sound. Ham's what God was getting at When He made pigs so round.

Anyone who undertakes the literary grind had better like playing around with words.

The North isn't a place. It's just a direction out of the South.

Usage ain't always a matter of ought.

That's American English for you: more roots than a mangrove swamp.

A picture's worth a thousand words? A library card's worth millions.