There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.

Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.