Suicide is about life, being in fact the sincerest form of criticism life gets.

You noodle around with tempo and sound until you get the perfect fit for that particular song, and then, so long as you can sustain it, God is on your side and everything comes easily and even the waiters smile.

Even the God of Calvin never judged anyone as harshly as married couples judge each other.

For Catholics before Vatican II, the land of the free was pre-eminently the land of Sister Says-except, of course, for Sister, for whom it was the land of Father Says.

Scott Fitzgerald is a sound you like to hear at certain times of the day, say at four in the afternoon and again late at night, and at other times it makes you slightly sick.

If the French were really intelligent, they'd speak English.

Suicide is about life, being in fact the sincerest form of criticism life gets.