Sure, companies say they're sensitive to their employees' cultural heritages, but show up on casual Friday wearing a necklace made from the ears of your vanquished enemies and all hell breaks loose.

Light up a spliff and hit the strip club.

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.

Tears aren't just for babies. They're proof that you feel something and aren't afraid to show it. It's those that won't ever allow themselves to cry that are the weak ones.

The casket was lined with lovely velvet, which must have felt lovely even to the dead, but the glowing man continued to rip up the casket.

Leisure of itself gives pleasure and happiness and enjoyment of life, which are experienced, not by the busy man, but by those who have leisure.

Quit everything until you find something that you just cannot quit.

I don't know, man. Look at me. I've changed. I've grown up. I've got a job, got a career ... I drink coffee now.

My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy.

Christmas: the Son of God expressing the love of God to save us from the wrath of God so we could enjoy the presence of God.

Promises to get beyond partisanship are the most perfunctory sort of campaign rhetoric, almost as empty as the partisanship itself.