Hate is not a feeling toward another, but a feeling of defeat by another.

I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin.

Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.

I don’t intend to use beer as a crutch and drink until I pass out. So advice, keep an eye on that so you can get in there and get yourself drunk sex before it turns unpretty and drunk sex ends with me puking and / or passing out during the act.

Seriously, I don’t care if feminists hunt me down and burn me at the stake, that man crooked his finger at me, I’d follow him into a bank and rob it at his side.

Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.

Never bury something deep, baby. Takes twice as much courage to be who you are, say what you think, feel what you feel and let it show then it does to bury it.