All American Cars Are Basically Chevrolets.

I Have A Memory Like An Elephant. I Remember Every Elephant I've Ever Met.

A City Is A Crazy Concrete Jungle Whose People At The End Of Each Day Somehow Make A Small Step Ahead Against Terrible Odds.

New Yorkers Are Stuck In A Gloomy Mucilage Of Mutual Commiseration.

You Cover Q-tips With Sandpaper And Ram Them Up Your Nostrils As Far As They Will Go. Then You Sniff Talcum Powder While Shredding Hundred Dollar Bills.

The Trouble With Born-again Christians Is That They Are An Even Bigger Pain The Second Time Around.