I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.

No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza.

God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones.

Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.

It's like living in a retirement home! Clarence is taking a nap right now, and he eats at five. It's so boring." "You've only been here for two days." "And that's been more than enough. The only thing keeping me alive is that he keeps a hefty supply of liquor on hand. But at the rate I'm going, that'll be gone by the weekend. Jesus Christ, I'm climbing the walls." His eyes fell on the cross at my neck. "Oh. Sorry. No offense to Jesus.

(Men without ambition are boring) And that attitude, mistress, is why the females of your kind continue to struggle for equality. And why they continue to fail.