While my friends were discussing Pearl Harbor as the country's problem, I took it personally. It dawned on me that the Japanese attack could be my ticket out of high school.
On the whole I woke up in the morning and was happy to be alive.
You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.
I always wanted to get into politics, but I was never light enough to make the team.
I just don't want to die the same day Castro dies
I don't know whether this is the best of times or the worst of times, but I assure you it's the only time you've got. You can either sit on your expletive deleted or pick a daisy.