Not a word passes between us$$$ not because we have nothing to say$$$ but because we don't have to say anything.

I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world$$$ so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose.

I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old$$$ and frankly speaking$$$ between you and me$$$ I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.

There is a time for many words$$$ and there is also a time for sleep.

Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up.

Some people are so heavenly minded that they are no earthly good.

Even a dog knows the difference between being kicked and being stumbled over.

The life so short$$$ the craft so long to learn.

And those who pray for dew on the deserts edge; shall bring forth the deluge.