I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

you can’t use logic on human behavior.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself.

Wake up ! This ain't war between good and evil anymore.This is war between good people for their respective survival.Whoever lose in this war, will be remembered as the evil one.

People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.

I’m curious about why there’s so much honor given to death, when there is no honor in losing someone you love.

When I first moved to New York, I moved all over because I never knew where I would be or if I was going to Europe, so I would sublet apartments. It was miserable because I was constantly moving.

It is our dreams that energize us more than our abilities.

We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.

To let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life.

We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.