My mum has told me that I have to work with Antonio Banderas just so that she can meet him and try and marry him.
When luck ain't with you it's against you. " ~pg 92
We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.
I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.
If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean
Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.
We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.
Pranking exposes the truth that underneath this appearance of order is joy, laughter, and disorder.
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner.
Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. , in a mordant protest written soon after the [1952] election, found the intellectual "in a situation he has not known for a generation. " After twenty years of Democratic rule, during which the intellectual had been in the main understood and respected, business had come back into power, bringing with it "the vulgarization which has been the almost invariable consequence of business supremacy.
We hide from ourselves by being with others.