Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people’s heads is none of their smucking business.
Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way.
Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.
A person’s memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It’s you.
Anyway, as the old barrelhouse song says, My God, how the money rolled in. Norton must have subscribed to the old Puritan notion that the best way to figure out which folks God favours is by checking their bank acounts.
A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
I think the best stories always end up being about the people rather than the event, which is to say character-driven.
Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.
Like the man said, a little hope never hurt anybody.
Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor.
The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.
She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn’t care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.
Whenever anything happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.
Do you happen to have another Condom? I think I’ve discovered the cure for headaches.
I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
I know your mother lives in your head – almost everyone’s mother does, I guess – but you can’t let her have her way on this one.
Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.
So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie’s ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere’s GARDENER!