You Made One Mistake. You Married Me.

Scream At God If That's The Only Thing That Will Get Results.

Nothing Hurts More Than The Friendly Letter That One Never Got Around To Writing.

There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.

Shakespeare Said Pretty Well Everything And What He Left Out, James Joyce, With A Judge From Meself, Put In.

God Forgive Us-but Most Of Us Grew Up To Be The Sort Of Men Our Mothers Warned Us Against.