You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.

Would you like me to [kill you] now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?

In order to do the unthinkable, do not think about it.

They thought more before nine a.m. than most people thought all month. I remember once declining cherry pie at dinner, and Rand cocked his head and said, ‘Ahh! Iconoclast. Disdains the easy, symbolic patriotism.’ And...

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

I never take out clients. It’s bad policy.” He looked me straight in the eyes as he said it. Reaching across for the glove compartment, his arm accidentally brushed my leg.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are a subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who has suffered from insomnia.

Acting is such a desperately futile profession anyway. Playing out the lives of other men. Knowing of their failures and successes long before they ever do. Living, suffering, murdering, dying … all in the space...

Yet you believe those things won’t come if you serve your Lord? You know what they say about the road to Hell, Judas.

[…] cela m’excite de penser à tout ce qui fuit dans la vie au nom de la vie.

Sixty years of virginity tried in vain to dam the waters of instinct as they burst through the granite of good intentions,the rock of irreproachablee conduct.

The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life — happiness, freedom, and peace of mind — are always attained by giving them to someone else.

To condemn slavery was one thing—that I could do in my own individual heart—but female ministers!

I’d know if I wasn’t fully human, wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t there be some sort of sign, pointed ears or wings or something like that?–Meghan Chase

Ridiculous,” he said breathlessly. “You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.

Imagine a factory staffed by Alphas—that is to say by separate and unrelated individuals of good heredity and conditioned so as to be capable (within limits) of making a free choice and assuming responsibilities. Imagine...

Il me semble que je serais toujours bien la ou je ne suis pas.It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not.

I hope I know my own unworthiness, and that I hate and despise myself and all my fellow-creatures as every practicable Christian should.

What each individual wills is obstructed by everyone else, and what emerges is something that no one willed.

And if a diversion is needed, why not arrest a general? Arthur Dillon is a friend of eminent deputies, a contender for the post of Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Front; he has proved himself at...

Mais parce que je ne pense pas, dit Néron en se relevant.-Et qu’est-ce que tu fais alors?-Je gouverne.

Now it turns out that a few broadsheet film critics in Britain do indeed belong to a category of people who would have resisted Hitler when he came to power. So the great shame is,...

It is really not so repulsive to see the poor asking for money as to see the rich asking for more money. And advertisement is the rich asking for more money.

Do you see the irony at all, Tristan?’ I stare at him and shake my head. He seems determined not to speak again until I do. ‘What irony?’ I ask eventually, the words tumbling out...

Jesus “…It sounds like these guys would be filed under Assholes Who do Evil Shit in My Name.

Devil take you? That, in fact, can be done!” And—bang!

Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.

I’ve often heard it said, a preacherMight learn, with a comedian for a teacher.

So you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.

In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay…

My mother had not acted for ten years. Not since a reviewer wrote that her portrayal of Lady Macbeth put him in mind of an exasperated society hostess burdened with unmannerly guests who had lost...

Ialways think it’s funny when Indians celebrate Thanksgiving. I mean, sure, the Indians and Pilgrims were best friends during the first Thanksgiving, but a few years later, the Pilgrims were shooting Indians.So I’m never quite...

wars are fought so that peace can be achieved talk about irony

Don’t waste your time trying to explain yourself to people that are committed to misunderstanding you. Instead, commit your time to explaining who they are to them. When you get a person to see the...

But who is ever fair in an argument?

What do you take me for? That fool Socrates, who upheld the law at the cost of his own death – just to be ironic? I suspect that act was actually the result of his...

Sooner or later, all talk among foreigners in Pyongyang turns to one imponderable subject. Do the locals really believe what they are told, and do they truly revere Fat Man and Little Boy? I have...

The world had been divided into two parts that sought to annihilate each other because they both desired the same thing, namely the liberation of the oppressed, the elimination of violence, and the establishment of...

You’re worse than decent. You’re virtuous.

Either help or give up. Right now devil’s advocate is just another name for asshole.

Nobody these days holds the written word in such high esteem as police states do.

The streets are silent / The playgrounds are still /The noise has moved elsewhere / Into our homes / Into our hearts / It’s been too long /Children are not where they belong /The streets,...

I think this goes more to the idea of ‘relentless irony’ than ‘divine providence.

These are the best things I’ve ever had in my mouth!

Rain never falls on a cloud.

Maia screamed and woke. ‘Serenity?’ Cala’s voice, Cala’s angular shape outlined against the window. ‘ ‘Tis an ironic title, in sooth,’ Maia said feebly, realizing that the entangling garments of the nightmare were merely his...

In the grounds of the ch teau was a church said to date from the year 1000, and he went to look at it, but he had never really understood what people saw in old...

Irony – The modern mode: either the devil’s mark or the snorkel of sanity.