Everybody has a secret and everybody has problems.
We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that
We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.
There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.
All the modern verse plays, they're terrible; they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.
I suspect that many corporations have begun to understand that they have an important role to play in the lives of their communities, and that allocating funds to support local groups helps them discharge that function and also burnish their image.
Think, for a moment, of the countless happy childhood hours you spent with this amazing device: Drawing perfect horizontals, drawing perfect verticals, drawing really spastic diagonals, trying to scrape away the silver powder from the window so you could look inside.
Dancing's not work. You can't call it work. A day I don't dance is a day I don't live.
If we put five people together, are there really five people? I don't think so, not in the world of magic. In the worlds of magic, there is only one being, reflecting itself in countless forms.