The newest thing I heard, its not good...

It's not Lupus.

I will not be threatened by a walking meat loaf!

Song long, and thanks for all the fish.

Gear Shift. Steering Wheel. Wipers. Auto Transmission. Breaker Break Good Buddy. Double Egg And Chips And Beans. Yorkiebar. Truckers. . . . Ready!

Any fool who would paint his truck like this would show up at a minister's funeral dressed in feathers.

Was the dark of the moon, on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth, pullin' logs
Cabover Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We 'as headin' fer bear on I-One-Oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town
I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
An' I'm about to put the hammer on down

A handgun, with up to 4 controls, is far too complex for the typical adult to learn to use, as opposed to an automobile that only has 20.

P - A - R - T - Why? Because I gotta!

It saddens me to have to say this. But let’s say you’ve been hanging from a bar and tear some skin, and you superglue it down. Then someone offers you a pair of gloves instead of telling you to buck up. Don’t, I repeat do not immediately put the gloves on over your freshly glued hands. Glue is funny stuff and doesn’t differentiate between hand and fabric.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.

A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.

It always bugs me a little when people bring this one up, because it's wrong. Not that I expect accuracy from Hollywood, of course.

Well, maybe not "everyone" but it was a common belief of the time.

Not among educated people. Columbus was wrong, and outrageously lucky. If he had to get all the way to China he'd have died.

If you are camping out in the open always make sure you have something covering you even if it's just a mosquito net. Hyenas like to check out camps for leftover food and are especially attracted to protruding objects, so keep your feet and nose inside that tent or net.

Lucy! You've got some 'splainin' to do.

No. No, I would not say "benefit."

Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world? Where none suffered, where everyone would be happy. It was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Some believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I believe that, as a species, human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to this: the peak of your civilization.

But this feeling had come, that day, and swallowed everything up inside it, so big you couldn't really prove it was there except by an arithmetic of absence and the memory of better days.

What's really going to bake your noodle later on is, would you still have broken it if I hadn't said anything.

people are stupid and will believe almost anything

We sat and ate and watched the sea-gulls carefully. When Bea asked us why, we told her that when all the sea-gulls flew off the cliff at once, it meant an avalanche had started and we would all be killed. She seemed sorry she asked. Later on, Madelaine and Bea both tried to poison me, but Bea's attempt was an accident, I think, because I hadn't tried to make a pun for ten minutes, and she let me light her cigarette afterwards.

As we were going back to the car she gave me a whole book of matches to use on later occasions. Sometimes it's worth getting nearly poisoned. A person hasn't really lived until he's lighted one of Bea Mahaffey's cigarettes.

"I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate."
"So what does that make us?"
"Absolutely nothing! Which is what you are about to become."

The English Dictionary, like the English Constitution, is the creation of no one man, and of no one age; it is a growth that has slowly developed down the ages; its beginnings lie far back in time pre-historic. And these beginnings themselves, although the English Dictionary of today is lineally developed from them, were neither Dictionaries, nor English.