I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get mycar going really fast, and stick it out the window. I've beenarrested three times for practicing.

Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.

Cassandra Clare

People like eccentrics. Therefore they will leave me alone, saying that I am a mad clown.

Vaslav Nijinsky

Here I am again, walking in circles around the shore.Lost after I found the truth,Heart turned upside down once more.The sound of the waves are healing,covering what the pain is revealing.The sand cushions my footstepsso that they may take me,and help me open the next door.

Renee Rentmeester

War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble.

John Dryden

Communism is Soviet power plus the electrification of the whole country.

Vladimir Lenin

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

David Herbert Lawrence

With true friends... even water drunk together is sweet enough.

Chinese Proverb

Television is just one more facet of that considerable segment of our society that never had any standard but the soft buck.

Raymond Chandler

You know what?' said Vimes aloud. 'This is going to be the world's first democratically killed dragon. One man, one stab.'Then you've got to stop them. You can't let them kill it!' said Lady Ramkin.Vimes blinked at her.Pardon?' he said.It's wounded!'Lady, that was the intention, wasn't it? Anyway, it's only stunned,' said Vimes.I mean you can't let them kill it like ,' said Lady Ramkin insistently. 'Poor thing!'What do you want to do, then?' demanded Vimes, his temper unravelling. 'Give it a strengthening dose of tar oil and a nice comfy basket in front of the stove?'It's butchery!'Suits me fine!'But it's a dragon! It's just doing what a dragon does! It never would have come here if people had left it alone!'Vimes thought: it was about to eat her, and she can still think like this. He hesitated. Perhaps that give you the right to an opinion...

Terry Pratchett

Silent companions of the lonely hour,Friends, who can never alter or forsake,Who for inconstant roving have no power,And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take,--Let me return to you; this turmoil endingWhich worldly cares have in my spirit wrought,And, o'er your old familiar pages bending,Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought:Till, haply meeting there, from time to time,Fancies, the audible echo of my own,'Twill be like hearing in a foreign climeMy native language spoke in friendly tone,And with a sort of welcome I shall dwellOn these, my unripe musings, told so well.

Caroline Norton, To My Books

No one has ever said it, but how painfully true it is that the poor have us always with them.

Hector Hugh Munro

(Lucio Fulci) was a great director. Many terrible things happened to him in his life. He was rather unlucky. I have always enjoyed working with him greatly, as he was a truly original human being with a great love for cinema.

Donald O'Brien