Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As

I Exaggerated Even Before I Began To Exaggerate, Because It's True — Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

I Told Him About The Way They Get To Know You. Not The Way People Do, The Way They Flatter You By Wanting To Know Every Last Thing About You, Only It Isn't A Compliment, It Is Just Efficient, A Person Getting More Quickly To The End Of You. Correction - Dogs Do Want To Know Every Last Thing About You. They Take In The Smell Of You, They Know From The Next Room, Asleep, When A Mood Settles Over You. The Difference Is There's Not An End To It.

Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

When My Mother Died, My Father's Early Widowhood Gave Him Social Cachet He Would Not Have Had If They Had Divorced. He Was A Bigger Catch For The Sorrow Attached.

My Job ... I Do Nothing, It Pays Nothing, But - You Guessed It - It's Better Than Nothing.