Excuse me ... but I reject your definitions of me.

The life of every citizen is becoming a business. This, it seems to me, is one of the worst interpretations of the meaning of human life history has ever seen. Man's life is not a business.

I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the journalists; we can only hope that they will die off as the deerflies do towards the end of August.

When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

I am moneys medium. It passes through me- taxes, insurance, mortgage, child support, rent, legal fees. All this dignified blundering costs plenty.

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

Is our species crazy? Plenty of evidence.