I will be back at some point, unless I get sidetracked or my machinery breaks down.
Whom shall you summon? The casters-out of ethereal apparitions!
Give me a republican form of government with a strong written constitution and separation of powers among its co-equal branches or give me death.
“I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, there’s no use crying over spilled milk!”
“I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette!”
“I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, you learn something new every day!”
“Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love you, Tomorrow! Tomorrow’s another day!”
“Oh, Mrs Robinson! You just want to fuck me!”
“I have a really shitty feeling about this!”
“But Patty loves to rock and roll, a penis makes her lose control!”
“Love means we can bone all night!”
I’m imagining winterfest in a landscape covered by frozen precipitate similar to the ones I experienced as a youth.
Eat, drink, and get married.
“This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a KA-PLOWIE!!”
The only thing we have to fear is. . . this terrible Depression.
Tigers, Tigers, burning bright, in the ballparks of the night.
Anything that doesn’t annihilate me just makes me peppier for some reason.
“I am not a convicted felon, yet!”
This one’s a Far Side cartoon:
Two scientists doing an experiment. One scientist is pouring various substances onto a duck’s back while the second one is at a blackboard writing down the results:
“Milk off a duck’s back”
“Water off a duck’s back”
“Acid off a duck’s back” (crossed out)
We shall brawl in France, we shall quarrel on the bodies of water,
we shall rumpus with greater morale and larger muscles in the sky,
we shall bicker to protect our atoll, whatever the price.
We shall scuffle on the seashore, we shall scrap on the landing strip,
we shall argue in the gardens and on the road,
we shall squabble in the mountains; we shall probably not give up.
Life is like a box of Cheez-its. You know exactly what you’re going to get.
Our ultimate goal is to make what you think but don’t know you think something you can think about and know you are thinking it, I think.
“intelligent, non-athletic students who enjoy solving complex, non-trivial problems!!!”
“Love is a very stupid thing!”
“Veni, vidi, reliqui.”
Life is like a box of chocolates: stupid people don’t notice the obvious, like the guide inside the box cover that tells you what’s in each one.
First draft: “Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”
Revision if she’d lived to make it: “Because of everything, I believe that some people are genuinely evil.”
Sometimes a cigar is a penis. That’s why men put them in their mouths. --Wait! no, sometimes they are just cigars. Yeah That’s better. Anyway, I’m switching to a pipe.