I slept with my mom until I was 16 years old.
You could write a joke in the pub at lunchtime and watch it performed on television that evening.
I believe in the separation of church and planet.
Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man; good morning, madam, I'm a psychiatrist
I think the special thing about Python is that it's a writers' commune. The writers are in charge. The writers decide what the material is.
Nobody gets irony anymore, as we are now living in the post-ironic age. Once George Bush gets a library, our irony is dead.
Reading Alan Zweibel makes me laugh out loud. And yet it is not a particularly funny name.
John Wesley tells of a dream he had. In the dream, he was ushered to the gates of Hell. There he asked, "Are there any Presbyterians here?" "Yes!", came the answer. Then he asked, "Are there any Baptists? Any Episcopalians? Any Methodists?" The answer was Yes! each time. Much distressed, Wesley was then ushered to the gates of Heaven. There he asked the same question, and the answer was No! "No?" To this, Wesley asked, "Who then is inside?" The answer came back, "There are only Christians here. "
If you decide on your direction, God will give you the energy for the distance.
It's OK to be wrong; it's unforgivable to stay wrong.
Then, driven by the same impulse, they kissed him--Aylss on the let cheek, Evanlyn on the right. And then they glared daggers at each other. -pg 372