I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

We all become what we pretend to be.

You lack the requisite spine and testicular fortitude to study under me.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.

85% of modern music doesn't have a damn thing to do with music. It has to do with looking good. Name me one woman on the top ten right now who isn't absolutely smoking hot. You think that's a coincidence?

Fencing is more a sport than a martial art. It would be like basing your knowledge of roman phalanx warfare on NFL football.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.