I walk slowly when I’m being introspective and nostalgic. Some might call it moping. But I don’t. I call it love.

My demons creep like a pedo in a park full of kids. Each one reminding me of the consequences, what I didn’t do, or did.

I love tables. And dancing. Oh, and I love table dancing, although Grandmother always says, “Wait until we’re finished eating.

I value your friendship. I value it at one billion dollars. We should sell it.

Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!

I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

I have a mansion of an imagination, and I cordially invite you to come sleep in my shed.

I would advocate that chocolate be covered by health insurance, but that is admittedly a very French public policy perspective.

In five years I want to go equally as far as I have come in the last five years. No, farther. Five years ago I embarked on a journey that led me to this point,...

My name is Mr. Potatohead, and I’m looking for my wife. But I fear I’m too late, and that she’s already part of some combo meal somewhere.

How above-the-law children’s books are. Hansel and Gretel (littering, breaking and entering), Rumpelstiltskin (forced labor), Snow White (conspiracy to commit murder), Rapunzel (break of contract).

He was in love with Eve and ran around like some kind of inter dimensional Dr. Who with a sonic screw loose.

We need to go rough up a big bad wolf, and half the pack is already leaving.

We rode the merry-go-round like a couple of lovers. We weren’t though; we were just two horse enthusiasts from two different worlds (I think she was from Mars).

I had a dream about you. I’d just invented a flying bathtub, and you were dirty and afraid of heights. I thought I could cure both at once, so I tricked you into getting naked...

Do you mean ter tell me,” he growled at the Dursleys, “that this boy—this boy!—knows nothin’ abou’—about ANYTHING?”Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks...

Eternity is not a super-abundance of time, but timelessness.

Smaller plates discourage gluttony. But so does dining with dwarves.

It turns out you are worth a lot of money on the black market.

I got a new car. I just need to put it together. They’re easier to steal piece by piece.

These cities grew in approximately the same places as our cities do now, however different the shape of the continents was. There was even a New York that in some way resembled the New York...

Which way did they go, Peeves?” Filch was saying. “Quick, tell me.” “Say ‘please.'” “Don’t mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?” “Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please,” said Peeves in...

I don’t want to be a supermodel; I want to be a role model.

Your fork is my shovel. I eat real estate and I drink coffee.

I must have a prodigious amount of mind; it takes me as much as a week, sometimes, to make it up!

I called his broken promise heartbreaking, and he called it growing up. Oh, that’s mature—blame it on maturity.

Love is like war, and I am the picnic basket out on the battlefield.

That’s my nickname,” he said.

Don’t try. Just do it.

Do you want some fresh tomato soup to go? I’ll put it in a mesh strainer. Oh, if only love were as easy to contain as soup in a strainer.

I take my only exercise acting as a pallbearer at the funerals of my friends who exercise regularly.

You can never be too early to stand around and wait. You can have a seat in this chair, after I cinch the noose around my neck and you kick it out from under my...

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that’s the best place to hang a noose. More politicians need to be sticking their necks out for us.

Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, “You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood.

but you, unlike me, are a git.

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If...

I ate leftover karate chops, before they could smash through the Styrofoam container holding them.

The paradise in women is not the v-shape manipulation between their legs, or the two lovely bombs, set on their bosom that can blast any strong, holy spirit filled individual, but that part of her...

I had a dream about you. I watched you grow up, and though I enjoyed the whole process, it did get pretty uncomfortable sitting in the tree holding those binoculars all those years.

I serve the people. Am I a politician? No, I’m just a greedy and corrupt waiter.

Of course motivation is not permanent. But then, neither is bathing; but it is something you should do on a regular basis.

Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.

I may be just an empty flesh terminal reliant on technology for all my ideas, memories and relationships, but I am confident that all of that everything that makes me a unique human being is...

Until work has reached its previous stage nympharium privileges are denied to all.

The Butcher of Babylon featured in over 500 porn films between 1974 and 1982, and was best known for his motto: Come for the butcher, stay for the meat.

My humble spirit takes shape as mashed potatoes on the side. I already ate the instructions.

Rob opened the door, and a tiny kitten ran out. It stopped to sniff Rob‟s ankle and arched its back, spitting tiny kitty defiance at him. Rob scooped it up. The tiny black bundle barely...

Let us find the dam snack bar,” Zoe said. “We should eat while we can.”Grover cracked a smile. “The dam snack bar?”Zoe blinked. “Yes. What is funny?””Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a straight face....

It took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon.Opal...

Oh God”, Nate dropped his head down on the arm of the couch next to Si. “Has my love life really been reduced to talking to my cat about this?” Si just licked his whiskers...