In social matters, pointless conventions are not merely the bee sting of etiquette, but the snake bite of moral order.
My wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere.
I love Saturday nights with my best friend and a big bowl of pasta, wanting a good scare, something that will say, 'Listen, your life is not as bad as this. Your life can be so much worse.'

