“Nowhere in the world can you find a wider variety of empty calories than at any American convenience store.”

When that hit the fan … it was like an earthquake.

Teenagers travel in droves, packs, swarms. … To the librarian, they’re a gaggle of geese. To the cook, they’re a scourge of locusts. To department stores, they’re a big beautiful exaltation of larks … all lovely and loose and jingly.

That’s what makes a human a human, if we store information outside our bodies.

I despise shopping and department stores.

He who will lose a present good for one in expectation hath some wit, but a small store of wisdom.

The order of the words varies, but beer and ice are always two of the top four staples for sale. If we were all taking care of ourselves, wouldn’t the convenience stores compete for our dollars with signs that read “Fruit, Vegetables, Bread, Milk”?

My family owns a music store in Claremont, California, called The Claremont Folk Music Center.

Whoever has recognized the vainglory of individuality will not attach any store (“n’attachera aucun prix à”, Fr.) to fame.