If a listener nods his head when you're explaining your program, wake him up.
If this gesture was the way of getting out of the penitentiary, Id do it.
When the facilities of the government of the United States are drawn on an individual, it can be terrifying.
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
The human brain is generally regarded as a complex web of adaptations built into the nervous system, even though no one knows how.
I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.
To Americans Boris Vian has long been one of the hidden glories of French literature. In I Spit on Your Graves, he wrote an utterly untypical work, a blast from his Id that may well have killed him. Even now, with misogyny disguised as racial justice, its venom remains potent and disturbing, in equal parts appalling and riveting. It is a singular book, not for the squeamish, and not to be passed by.