Don't speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words.
Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?
You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!
I am a nice young girl here to pick up your granddaughter for the weekend. . . We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her. - Bones to Cat's grandparents
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch
That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.
I've been left alone, even by the paparazzi, because what sells is sex and scandal. Absent that, they really don't have much interest in you. I'm still married, still working, still happy.
I'm not somebody who is always comfortable with language that implies I've got a monopoly on the truth, or that my faith is automatically transferable to others.
The future seems a little gloomy! Go to bed early, sleep well, eat moderately at breakfast; the future looks brighter. The world's outlook may not have changed, but our capacity for dealing with it has. Happiness, or unhappiness, depends to some extent on external conditions, but also, and in most cases chiefly, on our own physical and mental powers. Some people would be discontented in Paradise, others. . . are cheerful in a graveyard.
A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know.