It was the next morning that the armies of Twodor marched east laden with long lances, sharp swords, and death-dealing hangovers. The thousands were led by Arrowroot, who sat limply in his sidesaddle, nursing a whopper. Goodgulf, Gimlet, and the r

I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.

I just need enough to tide me over until I need more.

I'll burn my books.

I remember once being on a station platform in Cleveland at four in the morning. A black porter was carrying my bags, and as we were waiting for the train to come in, he said to me: "Excuse me, Mr. Cooke, I don't want to invade your privacy, but I h

Men freely believe that what they wish to desire.

Honesty pays, but it doesn't seem to pay enough to suit some people.

To add insult to injury.