There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
The planet is fine. The people are fucked.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.
Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.