Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint.

God grinds the axes he intends to use.

In my experience women are like cats. When you don't want them you can't get rid of them and when you do want them it's like trying to pick up lint with a magnet.

It's very dangerous to pretend to be open-minded when you're the exact opposite. I think feminists are only making it worse by blocking out all other viewpoints but their own, only reading their own propaganda and only associating with each other.

Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint.

For the first time in your conscious memory; for the first time in fact, since your were a baby; a single tear, full and warm, rolled down your right cheek and you fell into a very deep and entirely dreamless slumber.

Anything done for the first time unleashes a demon.