We use a Native American tradition of the talking stick. You sit and pass it around and whoever has the stick has to talk. Some people just hold it. Others really share.

Some people are just born to cook and talk.

You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.

Success made me self-sufficient, but it also took away my anonymity. I'm just this quiet nobody, and all of a sudden people are nervous around me. That was kind of weird.

Some people drink from the fountain of knowledge, others just gargle.

Some people need sequins, others don't.