Literature is about telling stories.
When you don't have love, it is like there's a party going on and everybody was invited except for you. . . and you just happen to walk by that house in the rain
I'm interested in doing anything and everything that I can to squeeze the creativity out of my brain. I guess I'm kind of a performance rat, that's what I want to do, I love being on stage if I'm not on a set. I just love putting creativity into a performance.
Some people have constipation of the brain but their mouth has the runs.
Comedy crowds - we always want to come out and ask you, 'How you feeling?' We always say that, 'By a round of applause, how do you feel?' Right? 'By a round of applause, how you feeling?' It's the only place in the world that you judge how you're feeling by a round of applause. . . There's never like a car accident, people all over the ground, people running over - 'Ma'am! Ma'am! By a round of applause, how do you feel? By a round of applause - she's not clapping!
You must accept responsibility for your actions. This doesn't include reactions, interactions or transactions if you're thinkin' loophole.
It's an incredible feeling falling in love someone who doesn't know you exist.
Sharona Muir has written a gripping personal memoir about her odyssey to rediscover and reclaim her father. Along the way she uncovers some hard truths about the heroic founders of Israel and the Beginnings of Israeli science. The Book of Telling keeps in all the fears and resentments and consolations and warmth of such a process-at once her own story and the tale of a nation.
There's no such thing as a free lunch, unless you have a coupon for a free lunch. . . or someone gives you a lunch. . . never mind.
"Vell," said Mr. Weller, "Now I s'pose he'll want to call some witnesses to speak to his character, or p'raps to prove a alleybi. I've been a turnin' the bis'ness over in my mind, and he may make his-self easy, Sammy. I've got some friends as'll do either for him, but my adwice 'ud be this here-never mind the character, and stick to the alleybi. Nothing like a alleybi, Sammy, nothing. "
As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.