Usually, you hire people that you think are wonderful.
I wouldn't mind dying so much if it wasn't that I would be dead at the end of it.
If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.
I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.
How am I immature? Intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. Yeah, but in what other ways?
It's very hard to keep your spirits up. You've got to keep selling yourself a bill of goods, and some people are better at lying to themselves than others. If you face reality too much, it kills you.... you've got to find an answer to the question: Why go on?