I love working out. I mean, I've been doing it for about 20 years every day of my entire life. So I enjoy working out.
It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know.
It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.
May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality: 'Sleep hath its own world', and it is often as lifelike as the other.
I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!
I cannot even pretend to feel as much interest in boys as in girls.
"I could have done it in a much more complicated way," said the Red Queen, immensely proud.
It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.
I'm fairly certain that YOLO is just Carpe Diem for stupid people.
In short, there are mysteries of science and of soul that will never be understood no matter how hard we measure, no matter how strongly we believe, no matter how deep our think tanks and how high our aspirations. But as anyone will tell you—for we all know this within our hearts—the impossible happens and grand cosmic mysteries are solved on a regular basis, although most of the time the solutions lead to even greater mysteries.
In the future, everybody will be anonymous for 15 minutes.