Quotes About Challenge

Hope was elusive, and a total bitch.

I figured you'd come here and try to do something stupid." "I did nothing of the kind." "You don't consider ducking beneath that yellow tape stupid?" "Only if I'd gotten caught.

Seriously, why are you here? To drive me crazy?" "Well, that does seem fair, since you drove me there a long time ago.

The last guy who told me what I can't do is still walking funny." That gave him a smile. He was a sick, sick man, but damn, he loved her sass.

he'd always felt that life was worth living, fears and all, that if he didn't go for it, then why bother?

A guy's definition of baseball: you don't have to buy the other team dinner to get game.

Mothertrucker

SonOfABumblebee

There are people my age competing at the Olympics and I still try to enter Walmart through the exit-only door.

I think of my work as this kind of holy trinity — funny, dirty, sad. It's really easy to be funny. You get a lot of funny people in a room, the show is funny. It's really easy to do sad, you just put on some sad music and write dramatically — everybody can do that. It's really hard to get dirty right.

Uh oh. Women and their ideas scare me.

Nothing changes until the pain of remaining the same is greater than the pain of changing.

I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

If your opponent has you by fifty pounds, winning a fight against him is a dubious proposition, at best. If your opponent has you by eight thousand and fifty pounds, you've left the realm of combat and enrolled yourself in Road-kill 101. Or possibly in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

Bite me, faerie fruitcake.

Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.

Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!

Screw up my life? He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow. He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, Do your worst.

You predicted quick victory. Now it's going to get hopelessly complicated. Jesus, don't you know any better than that by now?

The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?