Being sick feels like you're wearing someone else's glasses.

i want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of doritos at a party

Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.

I could never be a sports writer, unless my assignment was to write 'sports sports sports sports sports' for three pages.

If someone asks me where I bought something I’m wearing, I will usually say I don’t remember.

Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.

I can't believe food costs money.

i want to go to the gymand pretend the weight machines are drumsand play the longest drum solo on them

i had a dream that there were these huge indoor swimming pools called 'lobbies' that poor people used to do mass amounts of laundry

shrimp and green peppers are shriveling in my refrigerator

i wish i had 15-20 cats that would serve as a blanket, like if i moved they would adjust to my new position, that would be good

If you love to do something, what is stopping you from doing it? Make the time. Show your passion. Shine on.

After all, the fundamental question of philosophy (like that of psychoanalysis) is the same as the question of the detective novel: who is guilty?

The Government, being resolved to undertake the political and moral purification of our public life, are creating and securing the conditions necessary for a really profound revival of religious life

I do everything The Miz needs me to do. I make sure everything goes smoothly. If I can get involved in the match when the referee is not looking. You know, we have to keep the title!

One must know ones enemy as he is, not as one, for whatever motives, wishes him to be.

I was struck by - Einstein's a fascinating figure who didn't have any instruments that he used, he didn't use telescopes, he used his mind to try to understand the universe.

All go free when multitudes offend.

It was the price of survival. The cost of his people's last, desperate gamble: To rid his new home of humanity, he had to become human. And being human, he had to overcome his humanity.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.