Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It's at the bottom of the pile.

If you want to mess with me, you'd rather be ready for the consequences.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.

The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

No matter when you were born or where, puberty is the same. It's the same for your parents as it is for you - what's happening in your body dictates everything.

the more the merrier. so enjoy reading more books

It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.

She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on the pavement.

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

Most people on the face of the earth do not know what to do with their time.

One thing about a skunk—once you recognize the markings, you know things are gonna stink.

The unselective knowledge drive resembles the indiscriminate sexual drive--signs of vulgarity!

Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.

The despotism of custom is everywhere the standing hindrance to human advancement.

Even with revivals, I dont really pay attention to previous incarnations. I always just go with the script and with the director and am willing to treat it as brand new.

We did not adopt socialism out of books, abstractions, humanism, or pity, but rather out of need for the Arab working class is the mover of history in this period.

BBC Radio is a never-never land of broadcasting, a safe haven from commercial considerations, a honey pot for every scholar and every hare-brained nut to stick a finger into.

All my friends started getting boyfriends, but I didn't want a boyfriend, I wanted a thirteen-colour biro.

The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.