We're all in this alone.
Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?
Reality is a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs.
Ninety-eight percent of the adults in this country are decent, hard-working, honest Americans. It's the other lousy two percent that get all the publicity. But then--we elected them.
No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up.
Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.
When I was growing up I always wanted to be someone. Now I realize I should have been more specific.
I said "Somebody should do something about that." Then I realized I am somebody.