My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people.
HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM. (Death)
I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.
By the Angel, Jace said, looking the demon up and down. I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell. Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business, Jace went on, smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?
In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.
Books can also provoke emotions. And emotions sometimes are even more troublesome than ideas. Emotions have led people to do all sorts of things they later regret-like, oh, throwing a book at someone else.
Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.
I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I'm under the table, after four I'm under my host.
Yes, reason has been a part of organized religion, ever since two nudists took dietary advice from a talking snake.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it. (Letter to Étienne Noël Damilaville, May 16, 1767)
Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic? I give. You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.
Poirot, I said. I have been thinking. An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
Well, that's your opinion, isn't it? And I'm not about to waste my time trying to change it.
when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write Fuck you right under your nose.
I'm sure I'll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.
Eragon looked back at him, confused. I don't understand. Of course you don't, said Brom impatiently. That's why I'm teaching you and not the other way around.
You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.