Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.

I believe the stars can affect human lives, particularly by providing employment for thousands of astrologers.

I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?

Forgive me now - tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty.

Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.

Why is there still so much pain and suffering being produced when there's so little demand for it?