I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

I try to be cynical, but it's so hard to keep up.

Wouldn't it be great if we all grew up to be what we wanted to be? The world would be full of nurses, firemen, and ballerinas.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.

Every day I read the newspapers, and no matter how cynical I get, it's imposssible to keep up.