It takes more than genius to keep me reading a book. - E.B. White

Yet in tearing us apart he somehow held us together. In obstructing, he strengthened us. In criticizing, he informed. In his rich, aromatic heresy, he nourished our faith. He was also a plain damned nuisance, I must not forget that.

When we slid the body into the grave, we both were shaken to the core. The loss we felt was not the loss of ham but the loss of pig.

Analyzing humor is like disecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.