You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

Any chance beats no chance.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.