Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.

Yo, yo, yo, check it out," said PJ, with enough hand gestures that any deaf person watching would have thought he had ASL Tourette's syndrome

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

...One time you take a hundred thousand dollars and let a vampire go, the whole world turns on you like you're some kind of bad guy.

Hope is merely another face of desire.

Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell