I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds.
We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
As for consulting a dentist regularly, my punctuality practically amounted to a fetish. Every twelve years I would drop whatever I was doing and allow wild Caucasian ponies to drag me to a reputable orthodontist.