I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
I phoned my dad to tell him I had stopped smoking. He called me a quitter.
You couldn't even prove the White House staff sane beyond a reasonable doubt.