If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.

The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

If you make people laugh too much, their blood becomes - I believe it is acidic as opposed to alkaline. It changes the oxygen level in the blood, and people are likelier to pass out at that point.

This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.