Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?
When did I stop being me?
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter.
I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.