Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of all the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life.
Would I serve you or (Prince) Jon stolen goods? he asked. "No, don't answer me.
Murderers! Stop murdering. Everyone will die eventually. Just sit down and be patient.
Cordelia: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.Oz: We attack the Mayor with hummus.Cordelia: I stand corrected.Oz: Just keeping things in perspective.
Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a s...
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in one of his works, which for the time being has slipped my mind, which hits off admirably th...
A good speech is like a miniskirt--long enough to over all the vital parts, short enough to entice and captivate listeners.
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
Peyton, I’m not married and you’re not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
People said— though this felt like a heresy— that they had seen Camille make Robespierre laugh.
Old Enochian running on neural wetware is not the fastest procedural language ever invented, and it’s semantics make AppleScript look like a thing of elegance and beauty
Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place t...
Mark Spitz didn't ask about Harry. You never asked about the characters that disappeared from a Last Night story. You knew the answer. The plague had a knack for narrative closure.
Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.
Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy.
GUIL: It [Hamlet's madness] really boils down to symptoms. Pregnant replies, mystic allusions, mistaken identities, arguing his father is his mother, that sort of thing; intimations of suicide, forgoi...
D'you think he would have thought ahead like that? said Henry. Assuredly, said Will. The man's a strategist. He tapped his temple. Like me.
And it's no use putting her on her honour, because——''Because she hasn't any,' Philip finished.'I wouldn't say that,' said the parrot, 'of anybody. I'd only say we haven't come across it.