I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.
I want to find a voracious, small-minded predator and name it after the IRS.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
I was a vegetarian until I started leaning toward the sunlight.
A lie told often enough becomes the truth.
If little else, the brain is an educational toy.
The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.
Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.
I don't necessarily agree with everything I say.
I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages.