Don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think. And don't try to read my mind, because it's full of disappearing ink.

I'm goin' to take a little trip, down paradise's endless shores. They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors.

You swore you wouldn't shout. If it's not your punch, then it's your pout.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

Good manners and bad breath will get you nowhere.

There's so many people to see. So many people to check up on and add to your collection.

Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being.