People are so busy dreaming the American Dream fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be that they’re all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.
Americans worship creativity the way they worship physical beauty – as a way of enjoying elitism without guilt: God did it.
I’d rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.
He travels fastest who travels alone and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.
American couples have gone to such lengths to avoid the interference of in-laws that they have to pay marriage counselors to interfere between them.
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning it’s the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.