I have never liked sex. I do not think I ever will. It just seems the opposite of love.
Home cooking. Where many a man thinks his wife is.
Be awfully nice to them going up, because you're gonna meet them all coming down.
My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.
All of us have schnozzles. . . if not in our faces, then in our character, minds or habits. When we admit our schnozzles, instead of defending them, we begin to laugh, and the world laughs with us.
My nose isn't big. I just happen to have a very small head.
Make someone happy, Make just one someone happy, And you will be happy, too.
It is a part of probability that many improbable things will happen.
The Heart and core of everything here is good, that whatever may be the surface waves, deep down and underlying everything, there is an infinite basis of Goodness and Love.
Any story has a beginning, middle, and end, of course, but the question is, where do you start it exactly? It's about a guy who is murdered in a fistfight, but how does it evolve and what does it mean? That's what I discovered scene by scene, and this innovation of coming in as a first-person narrator was a complete surprise to me. It just happened.
Let us diligently apply the means, never doubting that a just God, in his own good time, will give us the rightful result.