You have my permission to write this down.

thanks: Mr. Limo (Seattle Metro bus driver)

Beep beep beep - love me, robot servant!

It seemed like a bad idea at the time; therein lay the appeal.

I wonder if she knows this sentence is about her.

I miss getting lost in things. Time to throw away the calendar and the map!

He was an experience vampire, maneuvering his friends into crazy situations for the vicarious thrill of seeing them go through it.

I can't remember if I was happy or just pretending to be.

I'm sad to see Summer go, but happy to see Autumn arrive.

Maybe I can't believe what everyone's saying, but my own body wouldn't lie to me, would it?

Hey, you know I ate that for a reason!

thanks: Jay

"There are two kinds of people in the world," he said, "Those who agree with my point of view, and those who scare the crap out of me."

He's a poor-weather friend, always leaving when things start to go well.

Revenge is the grown-up version of "Tag, you're it!"

If we've won the battle against nature, we've done so at the cost of our sense of wonder.

Sometimes food is stranger than fiction.

thanks: Robert

He seemed so happy, it didn't seem right to tell him about the hole in the side of his head.

Sometimes the best way to pick up momentum is to swing too far in the opposite direction.

Faggots and fascists, it's all bundles of sticks to me.

He was a forgiveness junky; always screwing up, then groveling for his fix.

It's time we take this discussion offline, little missy!

Art is what happens when unstoppable forces meet immovable objects. Like an atom flying at high velocity, if it hits no barrier you see nothing, but smash it into something and it leaves beautiful, intricate trails.

"Sure, it's interesting," she said, "But I still don't care."

I want to start a catering company called De Gustibus Non Disputandum.

Write your own Thoughtsam: ________ is the ________ of fear.

Love not, lest ye be loved.

He had a way of taking the irritating grit of existence and turning it into beautiful pearls of transcendence. I hated him for that.

Now that one - she's a spicy little piece of pound cake!

It's the artist's job to go out into the woods, into the scary places, and survive to bring something new back to their tribe.

Now they argue just to remind themselves what passion felt like.

Generalities favor the future, specifics favor the present.