You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.
You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?
Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.
I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.
Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.