Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.Come let us fart in the home.There is no art in a fart.Still a fart may not be artless.Let us fart and artless fart in the home.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

The Lord is my shepherdI shall not want him for longHe maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pasturesHe leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep

Wealth is a byproduct of positive, wealth-oriented thoughts.

Everything changes with age. The parts change with age, your feelings about them change, roles that I would've wanted to play 10 years ago, I don't want to play now.

I knew the Apple II was great when I bought it, but as I dug into the details it just completely blew me away the creative artistic approach that the designers had taken.

I could truly have gone through life thinking that women were these venomous creatures. Turns out, they're not.

Lukewarm people will serve God and others, but there are limits to how far they will go or how much time, money, and energy they are willing to give.

A man was the sum of his limits; freedom only made him see how much so.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet.

As far as I know Misha wrote the first cyberpunk poetry.

You think you got something big to say? Something momentous? Or is it what you had to memorize in order to escape the men with lightning in their eyes?

Weathermen merely forecast rain to keep everyone else off the golf course