I wonder what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up? I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.
What goes up must come down. But don't expect it to come down where you can find it.
There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it.
The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.
Exercise is for people who can't handle drugs or alcohol.
Maybe if people started to listen, history would stop repeating itself.