Angels are just pretty insects.
Blessed are the dumbfucks.
Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.
...as if someone had thrown a hand grenade into the middle of a teddy bear orgy and the only survivors had had their fur blown off.
You sure about this writer thing son?
I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.