I think I am, therefore, I am... I think.
My brain? That's my second favorite organ.
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.
In the first place God made idiots. This was for practice. Then he made school boards.
God knows I had not wanted to fall in love with her. I had not wanted to fall in love with any one. But God knows I had and I lay on the bed in the room of the hospital in Milan and all sorts of things went through my head but I felt wonderful...
Now what state do you live in?' 'Denial.
When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.
Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.
You're thinking I'm one of those wise-ass California vegetarians who is going to tell you that eating a few strips of bacon is bad for your health. I'm not. I say its a free country and you should be able to kill yourself at any rate you choose, as long as your cold dead body is not blocking my driveway.
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.
Pietrisycamollaviadelrechiotemexity.
Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!
I might have known,β said Eeyore. βAfter all, one canβt complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said βBother!β. The Social Round. Always something going on.
My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I'm going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.
molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
In the long second before everyone absorbs what just happened, I see the angel rolling his eyes heavenward, like a teenager in the presence of overwhelming lameness. Some people just have no sense of gratitude.
If after reading this book you come to my home and brutally murder me, I do not blame you.
One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious.
My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I'm right.
I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.
