Like a robe wears out over time and turns to rags, life wears out from day to day, from second to second.
Love is a crocodile just above the water line waiting to attack the innocent herbivore of my freedom.
Brain damage and stupidity are very different things, but can have similar effects on the wearer.
I think you have a lot to offer. . . not necessarily as a person, but as an organ donor.
If only St. Valentine was around to see his memory celebrated through the mindless marketing of whipping cream and lingerie.
I don't know about you, but I like to fall in love on Mondays. This way if things go south right away you still have the weekend.
Life is what you make of it, unless you have tourette's, in which case much becomes involuntary.
They too wonder about the nature of existence, where they've come from and where they're going to and how much time they have.
I think what makes compelling fiction or cinema is when you're basically taking the most intense moments of experience and you're creating a song or a narrative out of it.
Blessed are they who hold lively conversations with the helplessly mute, for they shall be called dentists.
If you handed [character] a glass that was 90% full, he'd tell you that the 10% empty part proved that no one really cared about water.