One day, a little boy wrote to Santa Clause, "Please send me a sister." Santa Clause wrote him back, "Ok, send me your mother."
The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south
Hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing whatever to do.
There is a new trend in our office; everyone is putting names on their food. I saw it today, while I was eating a sandwich named Kevin.