I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.

I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

This year I invested in pumpkins. They've been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they're going to peak right around January. Then bang! That's when I'll cash in.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.

These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.