My way of learning is to heave a wild and unpredictable monkey-wrench into the machinery.
Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.
I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.
You don't pay a prostitute for sex, you pay her to leave afterwards.
I've been as bad an influence on American literature as anyone I can think of.
I once knew a man who stole a Ferris Wheel.