It's fascinating to watch the progress that is made during previews. The coolest thing is watching the actors take over the show, and make it there own.
The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.
There's no panic like the panic you momentarily feel when your hand or head is stuck in something.
You never know where to look when eating a banana.
Garlic bread - it's the future, I've tasted it.
You ever dip your biscuit in your tea and it breaks. I swear now, you never get used to that.
One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger.
Try not to live in a linguistic slum.
Southerners ask intimate questions in the way monkeys groom each other for lice, not to pry but to make you feel cared for.
Michael Hastings has never served his country the way McChrystal has.
Their pupils and their little charges are not nourished and fed by what they learn: the learning is passed from hand to hand with only one end in view: to show it off, to put into our accounts to entertain others with it, as though it were merely counters, useful for totting up and producing statements, but having no other use or currency. 'Apud alios loqui didicerunt, non ipsi secum' [They have learned how to talk with others, not with themselves]