No headboards were broken.

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.

"I think forever is an incorrect concept," I answered. He smirked. "You're an incorrect concept." "I know. That's why I'm being taken out of the rotation".

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

If I'm too old to be Emo, how do you account for the very Emo and very old Edgar Allan Poe? Checkmate!