If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.
A frozen daiquiri of a scorching afternoon is soothing. It makes living more tolerable.
I'm not childless, darling. I am childfree.
It's unlikely I'll ever submit to a psychiatrist's couch. I don't want some stranger prowling around through my psyche, monkeying with my id. I don't need an analyst to tell me that I have never had any sense of security. Who has?
Here's a rule I recommend: Never practice two vices at once.
They aren't making mirrors like they use to.