Babies On Television Never Spit Up On

It Is Not Until You Become A Mother That Your Judgment Slowly Turns To Compassion And Understanding.

It Seemed Rather Incongruous That In A Society Of Super Sophisticated Communication, We Often Suffer From A Shortage Of Listeners.

I Have Paid As Much As $300 A Night To Throw Up Into A Sink Shaped Like A Seashell.

My Mother Phones Daily To Ask, "did You Just Try To Reach Me?" When I Reply No, She Adds, "so, If You're Not Too Busy, Call Me While I'm Still Alive," . . . And Hangs Up.

Dreams Have Only One Owner At A Time. That's Why Dreamers Are Lonely.