There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist.
Twitter is a lot like crystal meth, because it's really fun to do and Oprah's on it.
I actually wrestled in high school. I was only in one match, and I lost. . . my virginity.
No one entertains the thought that maybe God does not believe in you.
Is there anything better than pussy? Yeah, a really good book.
Love is all about. . . whistles.
He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.
If I had cleared the trees and drove the green, it would've been a great shot.
For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.