There are no ugly cigars, only ugly smokers.
Education is one thing and instruction, however worthy, necessary and incidentally or monetarily educative, another.
The first, indeed the only, requirement of a diet is that it should lose you weight without reducing your alcoholic intake by the smallest degree.
When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a s**t you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk.
The rewards for being sane may not be very many, but knowing what's funny is one of them.
Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.
If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.
We expect to make about 500,000-600,000 more. Our initial goal was one million, but in reality we will probably make a bit less.
So many people want me to hate him and destroy him, but I don't want to. I want him to be happy. He's not a bad person.
It seems to me that we spend most of our spiritual energies trying to explain why the God of Elijah, Samson, David, and Paul seems to have lost His muscle in our modern age. Did He grow tired of performing heroics? Did He wax feeble after all these years of running this whole universal show? Could it be true that God has really lost His muscle? Maybe it would be more accurate to say God lost His men.