I trusted providence to prevent a sneeze, refused to worry, declined to dwell on negative possibilities, and I did not sneeze, did not sneeze, still did not sneeze, but then I farted.

Vladimir Nabokov said the two great evils of the 20th century were Marx and Freud. He was absolutely correct.

With the thirst of an insatiable swillpot, he had poured down the fiction of two generations of deep thinkers, and he was pickled in their.

Everyone is damaged, but the heart can be repaired.

My imagination is as rich as my bank account is empty.

Fear is a hammer, and when the people are beaten finally to the conviction that their existence hangs by a frayed thread, they will be led where they need to go.

I think it's perfectly just to refuse service to anyone based on behavior, but not based on race or religion.