A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.

When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to worry about not having existed before they were conceived. Or at all. After all, one sperm over and we would have been our sisters, and we'd never have been missed.

You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.