The way I saw it, if my students were willing to pretend I was a teacher, the least I could do was return the favor and pretend that they were writers.

Like all of my friends, she's a lousy judge of character.

At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.

If you aren't cute, you may as well be clever.

The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.

I find it ridiculous to assign a gender to an inanimate object incapable of disrobing and making an occasional fool of itself.

but I have no mind for business and considered staying awake to be enough of an accomplishment.

I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

People are often frightened of Parisians, but an American in Paris will find no harsher critic than another American.

My first semester I had only nine students. Hoping they might view me as professional and well prepared, I arrived bearing name tags fashioned in the shape of maple leaves.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

It may be that the fear contains information. Something can be interesting if you get to the other side of that fear.

Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

You are always free to choose what you do first, what you do second, and what you do not do at all

Drinking all day Big chiefing at night I keep my eyes red and tight So that my teeth can look white

I would like to meet Mikhail Gorbachev. I think it would be great to sit in a room with him...and try to make peace.

What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

Everyone wants to be called an outsider so I'm a proud insider. If I was young I'd be in my parents' house shutting down the government on my computer. The new delinquent is the hacker.

The cross was a glorious outworking of the grace of God, by which the Father commissioned the Son to make full satisfaction so that sinners might be saved with no sacrifice of God’s justice.

What's "God"? Well, you know, when you want something really bad and you close your eyes and you wish for it? God's the guy that ignores you.