Instead of saving for someone else's college education, I'm currently saving for a luxury retirement community replete with golf carts and handsome young male nurses who love butterscotch.
The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.
You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell
As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.
To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Sometimes it's just rejecting stereotypes, sometimes it's creating work. Sometimes it's just blocking out the noise.
War is not courtesy but the most horrible thing in life; and we ought to understand that, and not play at war. We ought to accept this terrible necessity sternly and seriously. It all lies in that: get rid of falsehood and let war be war and not a game.
My mind was formed by studying philosophy, Plato and that sort of thing.
Life seems somehow less shocking, painful, and lonely - and more hopeful, agreeable, and beautiful - when our experiences are confirmed by those of others. Although each of us is unique, there are familiar responses and doubts and joys that let us know we have kin. We are not, after all, too strange to live.