To the Tax Office: All is over between us. Please don't attempt to communicate with me again.

To be sure of winning, invent your own game, and never tell any other player the rules.

Words are a wonderful form of communication, but they will never replace kisses and punches.

Isn't it a coincidence that you and I are both alive at the same time?

If you must keep groaning, please try to do it in a rhythm I can dance to.

I have just discovered the truth, and can't understand why everybody isn't eager to hear it.

I have seen the future! Go back!