Writers are vaccuum cleaners who suck up other people's lives and weave them into stories like a sparrow builds a nest from scraps.
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have got it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known.
To choose Norm Coleman over Walter Mondale is like going to a great steakhouse and ordering the tuna sandwich.