I know I will never have an affair with a married man again.
You've got to be hard, like the rock in that old rock & roll.
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun.
Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by.
Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.
It's OK if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.
We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one
When the jars of clay remember they are jars of clay, the treasure within gets all the glory, which seems somehow more fitting.
It is perilously possible to make our conceptions of God like molten lead poured into a specially designed mould, and when it is cold and hard we fling it at the heads of the religious people who don't agree with us.
How did you do that?” Mr. Poe asked. “Nice girls shouldn’t know how to do such things. ” “My sister is a nice girl,” Klaus said, “and she knows how to do all sorts of things.
I couldn't care less about sex unless I meet someone who I think is wonderful.