Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild?

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

You either have an imaginative mind or you don't. All of my writing is God-given. I don't write my stories - they write themselves.

Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.

MOTHER: Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping. Promise me, Jim. Wherever you go and come back, bring lots of kids. Let them run wild. Let me spoil them, some day. JIM: I'm never going to own anything that can hurt me.