The Trouble With Born-again Christians Is That

All American Cars Are Basically Chevrolets.

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

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 Waterfront Without The Ferry Tower Would Be Like A Birthday Cake Without A Candle.

Just Two Days In Manhattan And You Find Yourself Looking For A Place To Wash Your Handkerchief After You Wipe Your Forehead And It Comes Away Black. Is There A Dirtier Or More Fascinating City Anywhere In The Land? The Answer To Both Parts Of The Question Has To Be Positively Negative.