Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me...only he's an imbecile.
I conclude you must be a natural horses's ass.
We did make use, from time to time, of candles, neckties, scarves, shoelaces, a little water-color paintbrush, her hairbrush, butter, whipped cream, strawberry jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, my Swedish hand...
Now that I finally have the time for it, this web surfing stuff turns out to be as interesting and fun and addictive as you've all been telling me. Zipping from link to link, chasing an idea across th...
Книги се пишат по най-шашави причини. Някои са написани, за да изплатят ипотека, други — за да спасят света, а трети — просто от нямане какво да се прави. Един от любимите ми анекдоти е за писателя, д...
Una volta dissi a un tale che non c'è niente d'impossibile. E lui mi chiese se ero capace di passare da una porta girevole con gli sci ai piedi. (Stardance)
Shared joy is increased;Shared pain is lessened.
Just as there are laws of Conservation of Matter and Energy, so there are in fact Laws of Conservation of Pain and Joy. Neither can ever be created or destroyed. But one can be converted into the othe...
Librarians are the secret masters of the world. They control information. Don't ever piss one off.
Perhaps you’ve heard the one about the difference between a bass player and a large pepperoni pizza? The pizza can feed a family of four. I
And there's this place called college! I mean, they want you to care, dig it, about this education trip, and they don't care enough themselves to make it as attractive as the crap game across the str...
There's nothing in the human heart or mind, no place no matter how twisted or secret, that can't be endured - if you have someone to share it with.
You can show a dozen guys murderin' each other on TV but you can't ever show two people making love. A naked blade is reckoned to be less obscene than a naked woman.
Why is it, he mourned, that I will never again see my face in the shaving mirror without wincing?
Smugness was an art invented by the race of imps, no matter what cats might claim, so he did it very well indeed,
If you've lived a bad life, they send you to Hell. But if you've been truly wicked, they give you a tour ofHeaven first...
If you’re under 35, and not passionately interested in health food, this one may go over your head. If so, count your blessings: Until very recently, a tribe of killer monkeys lived undetected beneath...
Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.
Shared pain is lessened
Sexual intercourse vests no property rights.