You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

I know nothing, so I study.

In the absence of a confirmed fact, rumors are usually sanctified as the truth. And that is what goes out there in the media.

Your letter reminds me that any love that necessitates deception is not love. It doesn't matter if that supposed love is institutional or personal.

To God on whom we rely knows what suffering is all about- not merely in the way that God knows everything, but by experience.

I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized.

Keep it simple, keep it sexy, keep it sad.

You meet a better class of person in pubs.

We're a planet of nearly six billion ninnies living in a civilization that was designed by a few thousand amazingly smart deviants.

You must be true to your own way until at last you actually come to the point where you see it is necessary to forget all about yourself.

Graduate school is a really supportive environment, but in a way, it was only when that support vanished that I flourished.