I've had bad luck in my two previous marriages. The first wife left me, and the second did not.
I've always believed that thoughtful people don't really take the tabloids seriously. They're basically a form of entertainment. I enjoy them as much as the next New Yorker.
I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.
Should I marry W.? Not if she won't tell me the other letters in her name.
The only love that lasts is unrequited love.
In the event of war, I'm a hostage.