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Laws by their very nature are arbitrary and depend on context.

It is ironical that for all the value we give to the rational, life is primarily governed by the irrational.

Robert Oppenheimer infamously equated the nuclear bomb with Krishna's cosmic form.

That innovator is the aforementioned Hugh Thomson, who might be called the Colin Firth of Austen-inspired book illustration." (P. 52)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that you could put almost anything in the second half of this sentence, because the first half sounds clever and wise and must remind readers of the genius of Jane Austen.

Quoting her [Jane Austen] is the second-best recipe for happiness I've ever heard of.

I'm a sailor, and we're both British," Lewrie said with a grin. "Of course, we need a dab of mustard.

I do not quote my own movies. I think I would be pretty insufferable if I did.

Gas Attendant: "Thata ain't no etch-a-sketch. Thats one doodle that can't be un-did home skillet.

Juno MacGuff: "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.

Nobody comes to Minnesota to take their clothes off, at least as far as I know.

I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I'm deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men.

Irenaeus of Lyon (ca. 115–202): "The glory of God is the human person fully alive.

Tony ran an impatient hand through what was left of his graying hair and pushed up the half glasses that stubbornly refused to park on the bridge of his nose. Sure, Natalie Daniels was good.

Don't ever 'influence' me against my will again, MacLachlan,. Or I will load your balls into my Cuisinart and press 'chop.

The last time I had sex," I said, "was Halloween." He nodded slowly. "That was my birthday." I choked on my waffle. This was getting worse and worse. "No!" "Why do you think they called me 'Poe'?" I had always guessed it was because he was morose and taciturn and creepy. "Um ... because 'Hotstuff' was taken?

You want to know what's even more troublesome?" I scooted up. "Our real names rhyme." He chuckled. "Yeah, they do. I never thought of that.

There was Malcolm in the front row, his hand resting on the shoulder of the knight I knew as Poe. I looked at the list of names beneath the photo. -James Orcutt. What a ridiculously normal name. I'd half been expecting Darth Vader

Make this quick," he told her. "And do not die. I have plans for you when we get back to Horngate. They will not be nearly as pleasant if you are a corpse.

As if Max needed her permission.

No New York newspaper came to their defence or spoke out for Joyce.

I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.

Geordi liked to call Data's subdominant hemisphere—the part of his brain that was organic, the part of his personality that let him be subjective.

Kirk you son of a dirty, lying, sidewinding—somebody cut me off before I say something I'll have to apologize to him for.