Everyone's the anti-Teddy Roosevelt. Speak loudly and carry a brittle twig.
There's something great about terrible westerns. They look like gay dancers and bad, overwrought dialogue and overacting, black and white sped up horses.
If you say you had a zen moment, you already didn't.
Hearing the faraway sounds of children at recess makes me understand that I am no longer life's main character.
It always seems that people who bring nothing to the table take the most from it.
It's always dangerous when boring people think they're creative.