Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.

If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted?

The child molester skipped breakfast, but said he'd grab a little something on the way to work.

The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done".

I'm thinking of buying a church and changing it around: maybe selling crack and having a few whores in the pew.

If you live long enough, sooner or later everybody you know has cancer.

Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin' ready to hang himself.