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The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Even for the most excitable preacher, there was nothing inherently sinful about a waffle.

We must put an end once and for all,' said Trotsky, 'to the Papist-Quaker babble about the sanctity of human life.

Martin Hellman:] Unless you're foolish enough to be continually excited, you won't have the motivation, you won't have the energy to carry it through.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

He was mad, and for that, we have reason to be glad. A truly savage irony, on which it is discomforting to dwell.

academics more than anyone else are (with help from priests) some of the greatest villains.

thumb over his shoulder at the restaurant where Zoë and

Does the woman in there have a scar like this?" Their stunned silence told them she did.

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?

You think I've got a big ego and an attitude problem? -I don't think you do, Carlos. I know it. Unfortunately, it's a Fuentes flaw. -I'd call it an asset. It's what makes us Fuentes brothers irresistible. Carlos and Brittany

about her offer of a Swedish massage] Alex: You're not Swedish. Brittany: Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference.

Do I hear a challenge?" she whispers, "Oh, Carlos. You know I can't resist a challenge.

Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven't done in years— barnyard sounds.

Para que lo sepas, Lenny, esta no es una cita —Trish dice. —Entonces, ¿qué es? —Soy yo sintiendo lástima por ti, porque eres un perdedor.

I follow her, my black shirt open and flying in the wind behind me like a vampire's cape. Either that or the grim reaper's.

Karl Barth once wittily remarked, "One can not speak of God simply by speaking of man in a loud voice.

You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are a middle-road liberal, and you haven't the slightest idea what you want. I, being a revolutionist, know exactly what I want -- and what I want now is a drink.

No respect is earned, if behavior is not of good.

Your ignorance, cramps my conversation.

The politician has no more use for pride than Falstaff had for honour.

As a teacher, as a propagandist, Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal.