The most important person is the one you are with in this moment.
My father, I never knew, except for this one time when he threw a ball and told me to go fetch it. "Dad," I said. "Am I a dog?" "Lydia," he said. "I apologize.
Emily: YOU CAN'T SPEAK AND TYPE AT THE SAME TIME, BINDY! Bindy: Watch me.
I hate those TV shows where characters talk about one thing, such as their patient on the operation table (let's say they're a doctor), then you realize they're actually talking about actually talking about themselves. The patient's open-heart surgery is nothing compared to their own messed-up heart or whatever. It's selfish. And means they're not concentrating, which is medical negligence.
This is what I want you all to do. I want you to open a new document and type up a list of three problems in your life. Not the universe's life - your own. Underneath, type the solutions. " "If we know the solutions," said Belle, "they're not problems. " "Exactly," said Denny. "You do know the answers to most of your problems. Somewhere deep inside, you know.
The Irish people didn't get on that well with each other either. They hated the Catholics, was the main issue, as I see. You can't blame them for that. If I understand correctly, Catholics do not believe in contraception. So, you know, sex is not relaxing.
I saw your name in lights last night. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep, thinking all my trumpeting thoughts, and I get out of bed, open the curtains, and look into the night full of stars, and you know what I saw? Your name. Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me. Like a sign.
I'm really lucky that my record companies have been patient with me and leave me alone and give me the time to make it right in my mind.
This is a thing I read by a scientist. . . it said scientists now say that a man thinks about sex once every 7. 3 seconds. Now, I know what I think every 7. 3 seconds. It's just a bunch of meaningless gibberish.
My wife has a beastly habit of comparing poetry -- all literature in fact -- to the droppings of the goats among the rocks -- mere excreta that fertilises the ground it falls on.
Women have, in general, but ne object, which is their beauty; upon which, scarce any flattery is too gross for them to swallow.