I don’t know how other men feel about their wives walking out on them, but I helped mine pack.
You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.
If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
Hours passed, like a kidney stone.
The dress looked like it had been sown in a rage and put on in a tempest.
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer.
I’m not a complete idiot, you know. You don’t have to look so surprised that I know some big words.
‘A guy who thinks he knows everything,’ I muttered. ‘That’s new.‘
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.