Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.
Principal Principal: Where's your late pass, mister? Errant Student: I'm on my way to get one now. PP: But you can't be in the hall without a pass. ES: I know, I'm so upset. That's why I need to hurry, so I can get a pass. Principal Principal pauses with a look on his face like Daffy Duck's when Bugs is pulling a fast one. PP: Well, hurry up, then, and get that pass.
But there is in everything a reasonable division of labour. I have written the book, and nothing on earth would induce me to read it.
Faith may be defined briefly as an illogical belief in the occurrence of the improbable.
Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
I box in yellow Gox box socks.
A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.
But you can't stay with people because of guilt. Or because they can drive a speedboat.
Here's something for you to remember; you might have been born into money, but you came out of a vagina the same as everyone else. Popping out of one that's rich doesn't make you anything but lucky, or susceptible to being stuck your own arse. Whichever.
Sorry. i just can't seem to help myself. My brain is freaking out. Two predawn mornings in a row. It doesn't know what to think, how to act. I'll have a talk with it later. Perhaps get it some counseling.
If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would have made them cute and furry.
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.'-Jace 'Just break the door down, will you?'-Clary
The powers of a man's mind are directly proportioned to the quantity of coffee he drinks.
So if animals aren't our friends, then what are they? The answer can be summed up between two buns.
Are you her boyfriend?” ... No, I’m her fiancé.” Nate said. We’ve been promised to each other since birth,” Summer added. Our wedding isn’t until March.
Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?
I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.
Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
Forget men, I want to marry my MacBook. It’s dependable, reliable and you can even go shopping with it.
