The Constitution is awesome, but still overrated; it’s like Pet Sounds.
Teaching history to eighth graders is like being a tour guide for people who hate their vacation.
So often does it happen that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know there is no key.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert needed ABBA to invent gay Australians. The
Perry wanted to be the villain, probably for strategic reasons. But it didn’t take. He wasn’t smart enough; he probably didn’t even know how Ayn was pronounced.
My mind and gut are never simpatico: Every time I think somebody likes me, she doesn't; every time I think somebody doesn't like me, she does. This has never changed and I'm certain it never will.
My feelings about politics and literature and mathematics and the rest of life’s minutiae can only be described through a labyrinthine of six-sided questions, but everything that actually matters can...
Julia's fake love for Vance was exhilarating and idiotic; it was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know.
Jewel moved 432,000 hardcover copies of A Night Without Armor, thereby making her the best-selling American poet of the past fifty years.
It was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don't actually know.
It doesn't matter what you can do if you don't know why you're doing it.
If you define your personality as creative, it only means you understand what is to be creative by the world at large, so you're really just following a rote creative template. That's the
I'm still alive, but I feel myself dying, person by person by person by person.
I tend to equate sadness with intelligence.
I remember saying things, but I have no idea what was said. It was generally a friendly conversation. —Associated Press reporter Jack Sullivan, attempting to recount a 3 A.M. exchange we had at a dinn...
I care about strangers when they're abstractions but feel almost nothing when they are literally in front of me. They seem like unnamed characters in a poorly written novel about myself, which was poo...
I attempted to make a more academic argument about how the Limp Bizkit song Nookie was misogynist for suggesting that the protagonist’s ex-girlfriend should inject a cookie into her vagina (or maybe t...
I am ready to be alone.
But when you’re naturally better than everyone else, and when that talent is so utterly obvious, being quiet doesn’t translate as humble. It translates as boredom.
Both lyrically and sonically, glam metal is the sensible accompaniment for removing one's pants for money.