Musicians have always had a better understanding of love than the rest of us. Over the years they have told us that love: is like a rock, is here to stay, is all you need, will find a way, will keep us together, will tear us apart, sucks.
A red eight-sided sign always means: A) Stop. B) Go. C) Danger! Red octogons ahead!
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him participate in synchronized diving.
What’s a wingding? Why, a wingding is, uh…it’s just like a shindig but without all the hullabaloo.
He’s getting away you idiots! Shoot him. I’m wearing Spider-Man underpants!
The great William Shakespeare said, “What’s in a name?” He also said, “Call me Billy one more time and I will stab you with this ink quill.
You see, unlike most writers today, I do not use a computer. I write the old-fashioned way: on the walls of caves.
Well, well, well,” said Aitch Dee, his arms folded across his chest. “Well, well, well, well,” replied Pavel, not to be out welled.
Captain Jibby looked at the door, clenched his teeth, and worked his face into a scowl so fierce you would think the door had insulted his mother – which, for the record, it had not.
Gone are the days when the old country doctor would drive out to your house and amputate your infected leg for a basket of goose eggs and a rhubarb pie.
I’m one-half Cherokee, one-half Irish, one-half Turkish, one-half Australian and one-half Korean.” “Excuse me, but that’s five halves,” said Maggie.
I should mention, by the way, that LVR stands for Luminal Velocity Regulator. I suppose it could also stand for Large Venezeulan Rats, but in this case it does not.
I’ll get it,” said Jough in his man-of-the-house voice, a full octave lower than his regular voice.
On the forest floor was the LVR’s smoldering ceiling panel, just lying there like the lid of a sardine can that had been eagerly and violently thrown away by someone who very much liked sardines.