In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.

Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.

No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.

True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners. And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.

Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.