Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.
The best of us must sometimes eat our words.
Who were these clowns?
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
The average person thinks he isn't.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.
There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.