I Think We Live In An Age

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'

Sloppy Language Leads To Sloppy Thought, And Sloppy Thought To Sloppy Legislation.

Why Anyone, By Dying, Should Thereby Be Declared Beyond Criticism, Innocent Of Wrongdoing, Suddenly Filled With Virtue And Above Reproach Escapes Me.

If You Have A Relative Who's Lost Interest In Everything And Doesn't Get Out Of Bed, Who Doesn't Care For Things They Used To, Can't Imagine Anything That Would Give Them Any Pleasure, Don't Fool Around With It; Get Therapy, Get Help, Get Medication If That's Right For You, Or Talk Therapy, Or Something.

The Emotions In All True Anxiety Dreams Are Next To Unbearable.