Der, die, das, dem, den, des. German's six ways of saying 'the', like six sexual positions you never knew existed. Hey, I just sprung a boner.

As a man I'd been a cool customer. As a woman I was a hot tamale.

Sarcasm is the language of people whose emotions are dying.

There should be a connection between a man's hairstyle and what matters to him in life.

In our lifetimes, we can only know a small portion of what exists. The world is endless and its treasures are inexhaustible.

I surrender to the Monster. What pleasure at last to give way to the strongest force in oneself.

But I feel vanity is a part of art and the non-vain are really non-artistic.

The ridiculous is closer to life's source than the sensible.

Wind is what happens when air falls in love with itself.

Rocks are more co-operative than people.

But once you describe something, you destroy it.

Give me the purple smoke, rising higher and higher into my brain until I dance with the purple butterflies.” -Girl with the violet eyes.

The fun part of being a girl is that there are little beauty things you can do to make yourself feel special.

I do find comedy difficult. I don't know why. Maybe I think about it too much. There's a tremendous amount of pressure to be funny.

It has been said that I make chick flicks. This is not a compliment.

The market is a mechanism for sorting the efficient from the inefficient, it is not a substitute for responsibility.

A person who doesn't dress well, who doesn't spend time and attention with their physical being, has a very loose being.

It's always hard to talk about the culture that you are from, especially with Islam, it is a very sensitive subject and I don't want to be seen to be adding to the problems of Islam and the west.

My mom and I are like sisters. We kind of grew up together. She always treated me as an adult. I never had curfew. She's a workaholic, like I am. We're not super family-oriented people, you know?

But I fear that I also underestimate the stupidity of the rest of mankind. Are we absolutely sure that we ought to win this war?

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.