Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.

I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

I was thrown out of NYU for cheating-with the deans wife

The great question of philosophy remains: If life is meaningless, what can be done about alphabet soup?

I've often felt that life is a hard deal and it's unrelentingly tragic and an uphill fight.

It's just gossip, you know. Gossip is the new pornography.

I failed to make the chess team because of my height.