What has gotten into you lately? Save a little craziness for menopause!

I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.

Cynicism is reality with an alternate spelling.

And my parents finally realize I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room.

Life is for the living.

When you travel around the country, you see what a tough town New York is: rude, competitive, a town where good, logical ideas are ignored in favor of unworkable ones. And yet, all these other towns are so dead and boring compared to New York.

My success has allowed me to strike out with a higher class of women.