There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
I was not a child prodigy, because a child prodigy is a child who knows as much when it is a child as it does when it grows up.
You know what's interesting about Washington? It's the kind of place where second-guessing has become second nature.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.