A male chauvinist pig isn't born$$$ he's made$$$ and more and more of them are being made by women.

Stick and stones may break your bones$$$ but words will never hurt you.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.

Because everything up to now is a story and everything after now is a story.

The magic of sex is it's acquisition without the burden of possession. No matter how many women you take home$$$ there's never a storage problem.

Ever since college$$$ I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

To repeat$$$ the way you get to the huge$$$ impossible yes is$$$ you start collecting a lot of easy$$$ small yeses.

Hey$$$ even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

My point is$$$ that if I'm honest$$$ my life is all about me.