There are really very few economies of scale in centralising or standardising advertising.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

I tend to scare myself.

You know how it's going to end, but instead of spoiling things, that somehow increases your fascination. It's like watching a kid run his electric train faster and faster and waiting for it to derail on one of the curves.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.