We was half stupid, a third lucky, and three-quarters ferocious.

Standing in the corridor was a large plastic bin on wheels. He looked inside. Empty tins of dog food. That explained the spaghetti with meat sauce. Oh well, he'd eaten worse.

My gran always said I was half clever, half stupid, and half crazy.

If a wolf attacks his sheep, the shepard kills the wolf, but he eats the sheep when he's hungry.

You got to harden yourself. Make, like, a shell around you. But not everyone can do it. If they got nothing to hang on to some of them screw up. They’re not in the game no more.

No such word as can't. No such word as babagoozle neither!

Writing is a bit like being a god

He knew one thing for sure, though. Whatever happened, Matt would have some handy excuse. He'd make up some story or change an old one, find some dumb quote to explain it all.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, ' said Maxie.'I know how that feels, ' said Blue.'I think some Pharaoh had that carved on his tomb, ' Maxie added.'Yeah? Times don't change much, do they?

Remember what I done for you here today, ' he shouted and passed out.

I’m different, ” said the Kid. “My gran always said I was half clever, half stupid, and half crazy.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.

Religion is a light bulb, created by man to help him to see in the dark.

I remember as a child, my mother loved Dean Martin. Every Christmas, about the only Christmas album that we were able to listen to was the Dean Martin Christmas album.

What works for Germany can't work for the rest of Europe: No country can run a chronic surplus without others running deficits.

Guerrilla marketing aims its message at individuals or, if it must be a group, the smaller the group, the better.

I think pimp, therefore i am.

Walk patiently through this troubled world, and you will find great treasure. Even though your house may be small, look within it!

I don't like all the attention. I think it's better to let my work do the talking.

What are you gonna do if I break one of your *&^%$ing rules?

There may be always a time of innocence. There is never a place.