I’m not unlucky at love, just incredibly lucky with celibacy.

I have zero tolerance for people with zero tolerance.

Yoga pants often answer questions I didn’t ask.

Even-money that my liver lasts through my wife’s metamorphosis to my mother-in-law.

Explaining the myriad delights of a football Saturday in the South to anyone who has not enjoyed them may be impossible – like trying to describe the ocean to a blind man.

If there is such a things as “race”, there is only the Human one.