I literally feel pity for a lot of the stupid idiots that I have to deal with.
I have great luck. I'm used to people dying and going away. Not used to it exactly - but I expect it. Like, whenever people go off on a trip, I save their phone messages because I think they might die.
I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.
It's my job to spread deviance to the American youth.
I realized a career is built as much on what you don't do as what you do do.
The fear is that talking back, that engaging at all, is to open the door for god-knows-what.