We can't have a show where we only show the good parts and when things turn ugly, as life often does, we stop pack up our stuff, apologize to the millions watching, and just go home.
The troubles which have come upon us always seem more serious than those which are only threatening.
Who likes surprises? Nobody I know likes surprises. But facts change on the ground.
Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.
Unfortunately, sometimes the unexpected can be something that you wish you never encountered.
Things we do not expect, happen more frequently than we wish.
Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.
I'll never have a house party again. You stand around for ages worried that nobody's coming and the next minute you're queuing for your own toilet while someone you've never met is asking you if you know whose party this is.
Every time something is going good, going great, there's always something that happens to remind you of reality.
I accept that it is not always moonshine and roses, and you can't expect things must always go your way.
Just when you're beginning to think pretty well of people, you run across somebody who puts sugar on sliced tomatoes.
The land of embarrassment and breakfast.
The minute you think you've got it made, disaster is just around the corner.
I used to write things out beforehand. But sometimes it backfires.
Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.
More and more, unsolicited gifts from without are likely to be received with unconscious resentment.
