[People] think that they run the world. They think this election's an aberration. They think that [Donald] Trump is subhuman and a gigantic accident and that they're all threatened.
I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.
Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.
Much more frequent in Hollywood than the emergence of Cinderella is her sudden vanishing. At our party, even in those glowing days, the clock was always striking twelve for someone at the height of greatness; and there was never a prince to fetch her back to the happy scene.
The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.
For many years Hollywood held this double lure for me, tremendous sums of money for work that required no more effort than a game of pinochle.
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
GUESS WHERE I AM. CLUE? she texted back SWEAR U WON'T TELL A SOUL? U HAVE 2 ASK? I reluctantly texted,@ DINNER W. MARCIE'S DAD. #?@#$?!& MY MOM IS DATING HIM. TRAITOR! IF THEY GET MARRIED, U & MARCIE. . . COULD USE A LITTLE CONSOLATION HERE! DOES HE KNOW UR TEXTING ME? Vee asked. NO. THEY R INSIDE. I'M IN THE PARKING LOT ----COOPERSMITHS. THE PIMP. 2 GOOD 4 APPLEBEE'S, I SEE. I'M GOING 2 ORDER THE MOST EXPENSIVE THIN ON THE MENU. IF ALL GOES WELL,HIM GOING TO THROW HANK'S DRINK IN HIS FACE 2. ~Nora & Vee
Once you've got an inspired spark, you've got to strive. You've gotta keep putting wood on it, so they say, to keep it burning. But then there's the alchemist side of it, that's the fire that's burning but it don't burn.
I. . . would guess maybe about one or two out of five men is suited for marriage and probably four out of five women are better at marriage than being single and would like to be married.
It feels good to be awake, knowing others are asleep. Makes you feel like the night is not for everyone, just a chosen few.