This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light.

You can't prove that something doesn't exist. You can only prove that something does exist.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people.

The US dollar is our currency but your problem.

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.