If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.
Life is like Alice's White Rabbit. He runs away and does not grab anything, but this is not important: what matters is to keep on pursuing him.
When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud.
If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)
Must a name mean something?" Alice asked doubtfully.Of course it must," Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh; "my name means the shape I am - and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yo...
We're all vulnerable. Mix the wrong feelings together, the right kind of bad with the wrong kind of good, and you'll wind up with a total breakdown.