Came across a line in a Stephen King short story, from his latest collection, Just After Sunset.
Tickled me when I read it -- it was like one those folksy aphorisms you hear, that, even if you have never heard it before, you feel as if you have, or should have. I dunno if it is his line or if he just repeated something he picked up along the way, but it made me grin.
From the mind of a man driving on a highway in Florida who needs to stop and take a whiz, in the story "Rest Stop,"
"Yet there was a fundamental problem with beer any undergraduate understood: You couldn't buy it, only rent it."