To live the life the gods have given you, you must clutch wisely, then run. Run like the houds of hell on a sinner's scent!

A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.

We like what we like, we want what we want, and nobody needs to give us permission to feel that way!

When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.

Get used to gaps in your comprehension, ” said Sabetha. “The rest of us certainly have.

What do you think of the old boy?" said Jean."He's got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat", said Locke, "but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because life's a bottomless feast of shit.

Familiarity has a way of filing the sharp edges off our feelings for other people. You'll see.

I assure you that in all matters of discretion not involving food, we make etiquette tutors look like slobbering barbarians.

It’s an old Camorri tradition for when a bunch of people are planning something stupid, ” said Locke. “Actually, we have a lot of traditions for that. You’ll find out

Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.

Love is a trick best performed by men.

The sword is the axis of the world and its power is absolute.

Our faith is really proven in the way we talk to ourselves. The loudest human voice you will listen to is your own. Choose your words wisely.

It looks like you can write a minimalist piece without much bleeding. And you can. But not a good one.

All too often, a successful new business model becomes the business model for companies not creative enough to invent their own.

When I speak of natural drummers I'm talking about guys that are playing with the talent God gave 'em.

If you're doing something new there is always a sense of fear or foreboding, but you're in new ground and you have to get out your machete and cut a new path.

We must shed the old stereotype of anarchists as bearded bomb throwers furtively stalking about city streets at night.