The old expression goes, a good speech is like a woman’s skirt: short enough to hold your attention, long enough to cover the subject.
The gravedigger looks like Santa Claus, and I don’t believe for a minute he doesn’t know it. With his long white beard and stout build, he has to know the effect of wearing a red and white anorak and...
Solange unsere Gedanken nicht durch Scham oder Schuldgefühle gefiltert werden, sind sie selbstsüchtig oder lieblos und daher größtenteils zu keinem Zeitpunkt für den öffentlichen Konsum gedacht, da si...
Rest stops have always made him strangely happy. He couldn’t say why. Just the idea of everyone on their way somewhere, united by wanderlust, no one belonging more than anyone else.
Relationships don’t come with a warranty and being in love is no guarantee of a happy ending.
One day you just wake up and discover that you got old while you were sleeping.
No one under eighty moves to Florida. Isn’t that like a federal statute or something?
It's hard to know where to start. Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts. All you can ever really know i...
It occurs to hi that what he has failed to impart through wisdom, he may well have imparted through stupidity.
If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we’d never leave our bedrooms.
I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.
Attractive women in the early stages of disrepair, fighting to keep age at bay with facials, compression undergarments, and aggressively fashionable skirts bought off the rack at Neiman Marcus and Nor...
You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you've lost. I know this to be wise and true, just as I know that pretty much no one ca...
You could fill an airlift to Africa with all the food generated by one dead Jew.
When you're younger you just take it as a given that things will fall into place on their own. Relationships, family, careers, the whole deal. They might not come as you picture them, but they come in...
Whatever the opposite of a plan is, that's what I've got.
We all start out so damn sure, thinking we've got the world on a string. If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we'd never leave our bedrooms.
There is nothing sadder than sitting in a car and having absolutely nowhere to go.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.
The future just isn't what it used to be