Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.

Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone... Alone and lonely have the same root.

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.

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.

"Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?" Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. "You know they've got teeth in there. Big, sharp, shiny teeth." "I didn't. But now I've got to worry about it."

If you can't dance on it, it isn't coffee.

Some romantic you are," Caine complained as he pushed the door open with his back."Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?" "They got dropped," Diana said flatly.