Love is like Oxygen.
Colitas has a pungent fragrance when heated.
You can’t jump the track.
Pink is one of Steven Tyler’s favorite colors. What’s the other?
Apparantly, big, black horses like cherries.
It’s all the same…only the names will change.
Damn you. I’ve been trying to work a good Bon Jovi line since yesterday. 
Rocks are insensate and islands shed no tears.
You should never trust your soul to a backwoods lawyer from the South.
Living in the fast lane will be a detriment to your mental health.
If you played the guitar until your fingers bled in 1969, those must have been the best days of your life.
Oh yeah, and life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.
Even though some men just want to use your love tonight, they don’t want to lose your love tonight.
Unless they are Dinner Lady Arms .
For all we’ve learned there are a few questions still outstanding:
Who put the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong?
Who wrote the book of love?
How many roads must a man walk down?
For the love of god, who let the dogs out?
…stop sobbing
…stronger than justice
…thicker than blood
…a big fat river in flood
Love is like:
oxygen
a rock
a butterfly
:dubious:
Forty Two
I’ve found that while life is indeed a rock, it’s the radio that will roll you.
If my heart is ever broken, someone will be there before I’ve cried two tears (but I’ll wind up crying 96 of them).
You can’t fight the moonlight.
There ain’t nothing gonna break-a my stride.
That I love you just the way you are, and more than I can say–so come on, and let your love flow. Cause, after all, love will keep us together.
If love doesn’t work out, though, turn on those sad songs, because we all know they say so much. And everybody knows a song sung blue.
Conversely, love will tear us apart again.
I’m thinking the explanation must involve quantum physics or something.
I’ve seen the future, baby-- it is murder (doo doo doo).
December boys have it bad.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won’t get snagged.
If your dad takes your car away, you’ll have just as much fun because you’ll still have lots of things to do.
Or, at the very least, an uncertainty principle.
Did you guys know that Detroit rocks to the Planet Rock?
(Don’t stop.)
I know who wrote the Book of Love,
It was an idiot!
It was a fool!
A slobbering fool with a speech defect and a shaking hand!
And he wrote my name
Next to yours…
–Robyn Hitchcock
I’ll never get to Clarksville now.
When tiptoeing, especially to avoid damaging flowers, undo strain is placed upon the diaphragm and larynx.
The specifications for a new pharmaceutical are daunting.
I’m confused; you say go slow, and I fall behind; but if I fall, you’ll be waiting and you’ll catch me. And you say it again and again. [sub]It must be another one of those quantum effects.[/sub]
If I had a hammer, my schedule for the day would be full.
Criminals often serve too little time and end up back on the streets where they do it again.
If you’ve never met Napoleon, your life is probably too hectic. Slow down and find the time.
Beware quickie divorces in Haiti. They often don’t work out as planned.
If your world falls apart in a minor way, any major dude will tell you it will be OK.
They are some damned odd people who live in Barrytown.
Well certainly. That’s because Elvis is everywhere. In fact, Elvis is everything and everybody. He is still The King.
When I am on an emotional high, I have a hard time hiding that fact, and I think I am going to pee my pants and I think I might enjoy doing so.