The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.
Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency.
The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.
In real life as in grand opera, arias only make hopeless situations worse.
Wake up, you idiots! Whatever made you think that money was so valuable?
Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!