Right. That's twenty-two fifty.""Twenty-two fifty?" We can't hide our exasperation."Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know.""That's obvious - the service is incredible.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

I'm just another stupid human.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.

Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want.""What's that, Ritchie?"His answer is simple."To want.

True, life is complex. But so are a great many accidents.

Money and power attract friends. But it’s not you they’re friends with — just your money and power. Only affection brings genuine friends.

Language is man's way of communicating with his fellow man and it is language alone which separates him from the lower animals.

No man can possibly be benevolent or religious, to the full extent of his obligations, without concerning himself, to a greater or less extent, with the affairs of human government.

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

Pleasure resorts are like film stars and royalty... embarrassed by the figures they cut in the fantasies of people who have never met them.

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff?

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

The ghastly thing about postal strikes is that after they are over, the service returns to normal.

Whose cruel idea was it for the word “lisp” to have an “s” in it?