If I asked people to live as I live, they would kill me.
One thing about the past. It's likely to last.
Home is heaven and orgies are vile, But I like an orgy, once in a while.
There is one fault that I must find With the twentieth century. And I'll put it in a couple of words; Too adventury. What I'd like would be some nice dull monotony If anyone's gotony.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision. '
Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow, But not everybody knows exactly how.
Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead. " "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record. " Simon, Clary, and Jace, pg. 115
We should accept diversity in culture and tradition and coexist peacefully.
Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone.
I'm not sure I'd write a good cookbook, but I might make a good cooking show.