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Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Too Much Of Nothing Can Turn A Man Into A Liar. It Can Cause One Man To Sleep On Nails And Another To Eat Fire.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

You Can't Be Wise And In Love At The Same Time.