I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.

Friends, show me a man who hates himself, and I'll show you a man who hates his neighbours more! He'd have to – you wouldn't grant anyone else something you can't have for yourself – no love, no kindness, no respect!

Your questions regarding that gentleman are very delicate, very subtle, very much like being smacked in the head with a mallet...it's a tuba among the flutes.

I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.