I do not know what the cat can have eaten. Usually I know exactly what the cat has eaten. Not only have I fed it to the cat, at the cat's insistence, but the cat has thrown it up on the rug, and someone has tracked it all over onto the other rug. I do not know why cats are such habitual vomiters. They do not seem to enjoy it, judging by the sounds they make while they are doing it. It's their nature. A dog is going to bark. A cat is going to vomit.

Many a person has been saved from summer alcoholism, not to mention hypertoxicity, by Dostoyevsky.

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

Contemporary American children, if they are old enough to grasp the concept of Santa Claus by Thanksgiving, are able to see through it by December 15th.

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

According to scholars of linguistics, the relation between a word and its meaning is arbitrary.

The first time I walked into a library, I got so excited I almost wet my pants.