But what physician has not had patients who don't make any sense at all? To tell the truth, they're our stock-in-trade. We talk and write about the ones we can make sense of.
Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.
Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.
Why has the South produced so many good writers? Because we got beat.
Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?
Maybe there are times when an honest hatred serves us better than love corrupted by sentimentality, meretriciousness, sententiousness, cuteness.