Well, honey, a shot never does a coke any harm!
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.
Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.
People go to the movies instead of moving.
The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.
Just another four-letter word.