There are moments in life that the white-chocolate Magnum ice cream was invented for, and this is one of them.

Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?

Life would be a lot easier if conversations were rewindable and erasable, like videos. Or if you could instruct people to disregard what you just said, like in a courtroom.

Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.

This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.

No human on God's earth is a nobody.

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?