I got a call this morning, and it was from Nancy Kerrigan, wishing me luck. She wished me luck and sent me all her good wishes.

Michael, "I never expected the wish to come true."

The Trout, "Great Oceans! Why bother to wish it, then? I call that simply a waste of time.

Good wishes alone will not ensure peace.

Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake.

That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

I wish people used wishes to modify themselves instead of others. Wish to be low maintenance. Wish to be autonomous, even.