It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

The woman wears a floral print blouse with lots of leaves and pink flowers. Risa would like to attack her with a weed whacker.

Hey," says Hayden, "I'm Switzerland; neutral as can be, and also with great chocolate." "Get lost," Roland tells him. "Already am." And Hayden strolls away.

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

The good thing about being explosive is that no one can beat you.

What he's really saying is: Please be a human being. With a life so full of rules and regiments, it's so easy to forget that's what they are. She knows—she sees—how often compassion takes a back seat to expediency.