Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.

I guess money can't buy happiness if you shop in the wrong places.

Tell him I took the cat

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Love meant different things to different people.

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Potholes and bumps? Welcome to the world. Every road gas them. They're there to be navigated, avoided, driven over, or through to the other side. Don't keep driving into the pothole.