Oh, no, nope, shoot. Are we about to human mate?

I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

What? Why are you making the glee nose? The death of my world is funny? The final vengeance of my people? I will kill you.

Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away.

Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live.

Okay, well, on Borelletrox V, the males are kept completely isolated from all images of the female until Binding Day and the females are, erm, let's just say they’ve' got a lot of--

What up you guys, I'm back!

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd be up for hearing about the one-eyed chick

I hope that the mistakes made and suffering imposed upon Japanese Americans nearly 60 years ago will not be repeated against Arab Americans whose loyalties are now being called into question.

New York has always been a place where it is possible to have memories without the experience that conventionally precede them.

I'm not focused on what other people think of me.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

I value peace, too, when it is not bought at the price of fundamental decencies.

whatever is profound loves masks; what is most profound even hates image and parable.

I think everybody you know, we all have a sense of humor and I'm not one to take myself too seriously.

The more thankful you are, the happier you will be!

Mozart resolved his emotions on a level that transformed them into moods uncontaminated by mortal anguish, enabling him to express the angelic anguish that is so peculiarly his own.