When I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn't kill the cat.

I strongly object to wrong arguments on the right side. I think I object to them more than to the wrong arguments on the wrong side.

Consume life before it spoils.

What bugs me is that movies don't reflect how interesting and vibrant women are. We don't treasure women as they get older.

Regardless, I did rise to the editorship before embarking on a freelance career in the late '60's.

I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.

Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.

An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,'Twas the 'Vengeance of the Little Yellow God'.

I don't understand why my fans ask for a hug, like, i don't mind, just come and hug me!

September 11 is one of our worst days but it brought out the best in us. It unified us as a country and showed our charitable instincts and reminded us of what we stood for and stand for.

Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.