I really get motivated when I have doubters.
I normally live in Los Angeles, if you can call it normal living.
I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside.
Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.
I think we were all initially swept along with the Obama win, but he's proven to be simply a set of teeth, and useless in every other regard.
The rhino is now more or less extinct, and it's not because of global warming or shrinking habitats. It's because of Beyonce's handbags.
Robert Smith is a whingebag.
Katy was neither a Methodist nor a Masochist. She was a goddess and the silence of goddesses is genuinely golden. None of your superficial plating. A solid, twenty-two-carat silence all the way through. The Olympian's trap is kept shut, not by an act of willed discretion, but because there's really nothing to say. Goddesses are all of one piece. There's no internal conflict in them. Whereas the lives of people like you and me are one long argument. Desires on one side, woodpeckers on the other. Never a moment of real silence.
Newspapers have become more important to the average man than the scriptures.
When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound.
You know, we don't look much alike, but Denzel Washington would make a great sports agent.