Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

He was a writer and words were his weapons.

He has the attention span of a hummingbird.

It turns out that one can perpetrate all manner of heinous villainy under a cloak of courtesy and good cheer. . .a man will forfeit all sensible self-interest if he finds you affable enough to share your company over a flagon of ale.

You want me and I want you. right?" Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.

I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.

Sarcasm will make your tits fall off.