Great Humorists Are Great Insulters.

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

By The Time I Was In The Fourth Grade, I Sounded Exactly Like My Father On The Phone.

I'm Not All That Enthralled By Show Business, And I'm Not That Much Of A Highbrow.

I Am Always Shocked That There Are Still A Handful Of Defenders Of The Dubious Practice Of Abstinence, Surely The Worst Idea Since Chocolate-covered Ants.

There Is Something About A Luger That Separates It From All Other Handguns, And Luger Devotees And Luger Society Members Speak Of It In Romantic Terms That Must Sound Plain Nuts To Those Who Consider Themselves Level-headed.