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Boys like romantic tales; but babies like realistic tales-because they find them romantic.

Why are you stripping in my front yard at six in the morning? I have neighbors you know.

You were a kidnapping waiting to happen - you're lucky it was me.""Luckiest day of my life.

Walk with me to the beach. We need privacy, " he said quietly, his voice a seductive whisper against her ear.

Elvis is in the kitchen and he's making eggs Benedict!

I'm not a hopeless romantic. I'm quite the reverse. I'm a nasty piece of work, an ego maniac.

I am definitely romantic, and I love romantic stories - that's why I keep making romantic movies.

I think that the majority of messages are validating messages to confirm the survival of conscious. And many times that validation message is negative or sad.

The freedom-lovers of the world mourn the sad demise of Imam Khomeini.

I'm not a sad old hippie - I'm a joyous old hippie.

Despite recent sad developments, cricket will survive and remain our most noble game and I shall always remain proud of the part I played in its history and development.

I'd questioned why anybody would want to catch flies unless you were a goblin and used them for croutons.

I nodded, my eyes firmly on the road. "Yeah, but it's an old one; there hasn't been anybody planted there for years.

Of course. Please, sit. Do you want a cupcake?" The entire evening suddenly felt surreal. I was drunk off my ass, offering a djinn a cupcake.

They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.

It sounds cool to say you are going to fight with a pen not a sword but violence with words is still violence ..

When Walt Whitman writes in seeming defiance of tradition, he needs tradition for his protection, for the butcher and the baker and the candlestick-maker grow merry over him when they meet his work by chance.

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")

And I learned from my own experience that laughter was the most potent weapon: laughter can kill everything.

But this is not your fault—you are sick. The name of this sickness is IMAGINATION.  It is a worm that gnaws out black lines on the forehead. It is a fever that drives you to escape ever farther, even if this "farther" begins where happiness ends.

But still, how could they write whole libraries about someone like Kant and hardly even notice Taylor-that prophet who could see ten centuries ahead?

All of us and perhaps all of you read in childhood, while in school, that greatest of all monuments of ancient literature, the Official Railroad Guide.