I think pirates, like astronauts, particularly for a boy, are always kind of worth thinking about.
If I were to say, "Yes, I am a fascinating, erudite person," what would that say about me? I don't know.
Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.
What do your parents know, about surviving?
Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.
Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.