Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.
All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.
Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.
I wouldn’t have a career if it weren’t for independent bookstores.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world. . . but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
The biggest problem confronting the country is our excessive spending. If we're not going to deal with it now, when are we going to deal with it? And we've watched the government explode over the last four years. We've dealt with the revenue issue.
All right, so call me Miss Cliche of 1960, but the thing about the married ones that always spooks me is how sweet and attentive they are at first, when they're on the prowl.
When you assume negative intent, youre angry. If you take away that anger and assume positive intent, you will be amazed. Your emotional quotient goes up because you are no longer almost random in your response.
What is the origin of the urge, the fascincation that drives physicists, mathematicians, and presumably other scientists as well? Psychoanalysis suggests that it is sexual curiosity. You start by asking where little babies come from, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself preparing nitroglycerine or solving differential equations. This explanation is somewhat irritating, and therefore probably basically correct.