discovery” of mine, but rather something that had always been there and that I had chanced to pick up.

Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force.Its own flavor.Its own charm and strange.

He was like a jalapeño, bright and smooth, but dangerously hot. A small part of me wanted to bite him.

Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.

She was a stranger, but not just any stranger. She was “the stranger”. And of course, that was the difference that made everyone’s emotions stranger.

We have the best rats in town!

It’s a strange one – I’ve been away for 20 years now; I’ve been away longer than I lived in Canada, but for some reason I remain wholly Canadian.

It is hard to meet a stranger. Even the greatest extravert meeting even the meekest stranger knows a certain dread, though he may not know he knows it. Will he make a fool of me wreck my image of myself invade me destroy me change me? Yes, that he will. There’s the terrible thing: the...

Love is a great power, and such a strange power…

Its the strange people we meet in life, which makes it worth living !

She blinked. “Hmm? Oh, don’t care. What did Anubis look like to you?””What did… he looked like a guy. So?””A good-looking guy, or a slobbering dog-headed guy?””I guess… Not the dog-headed guy.””I knew it!” Sadie pointed at me as if she’d won an argument.”Good-looking. I knew it!”And with a ridiculous grin, she spun around and...

When you are in the company of lunatics, behave like a lunatic. When you are in the company of intelligentsias, speak with brilliance…that is how a chameleon behaves, the territory changes it, and it adapts to the changes.

Seniority has nothing to do with intellectuality, your individuality wins the majority or minority, simply because you maintained the status quo of your peculiarity.

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?

The bedfellows politics made are never strange. It only seems that way to those who have not watched the courtship.

it is strange that we first hurt by our parents- who are our creator.may be as to regulate us- but its hurt more.we can not forget it’s trauma till our death.

I did go to Wellesley, a women’s college. And I am of a kind of strange generation which is transitional in terms of women who wanted to go out and get jobs.

After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.

Some people drip wax on themselves like a human chianti bottle to see if they feel anything….but getting a wicker basket to fit them is a fiasco

Come Hell or High Water” usually depends on the kind of plug you use in the bath tub

If you know how to open doors with just a smile, you must need your teeth capped every six months

My scary strange English shall only be counted as my English problem.

How strange, when your father’s wearing women’s clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.

A brick could be used to cut things. The duller the object, the sharper the user has to be to make it work.

A blanket could be used like a cat, if it were furry and purred.

A brick could be used to control whole populations of people. Just get a good looking person, like a news anchor, to give it out to the masses and say soothing things with a straight face and all will be OK and the system will continue on as centrally planned.

A brick could be used in the back part of a director’s last name, to make an epic space odyssey.

A blanket could be used as a shield, in a fight with a cold shower. I know, because I won that battle this morning, only I wielded a sword—and an erection made of sleep.

A brick could be used to show you how much I love you. Well, maybe not a whole brick, but certainly a half a brick would be an accurate measure for the amount of love I have for you.

A brick could be used to show support for your favorite team. They want to crush their opponents, and if you’ve got the arm strength and accuracy, you should do everything in your power to help them do just that.

A brick could be used to replace the brother you never had. Well, it’s only a possibility, but you probably won’t like it, because as soon as your parents gain another child, you’ll quickly find out that you were only their favorite child because you were their only child.

A brick could be used to create a new society, a perfect society, where there is no inequality, there are no laws, and most importantly, there are no people.

A brick could be used to suppress the price of gold. But not for very long, because once the people realize the unrealized potential in undercutting the central bankers, gold will rise and fiat currency will sink.

A blanket could be used to rob a bank. Guns are so Bonnie and Clyde, but a blanket bank robbery has a certain amount of seduction involved. A blanket has a lot more banging involved than the bang-bang of a gun.

A brick could be used to grow your annual income by a factor of four. What, you don’t believe me? Are you calling me a liar?

A brick could be used as a book cover. Talk about hardcover!

A blanket could be used to sail with the wind. That wind is provided by my ceiling fan, and my boat is my bed. Why don’t you come over, and I’ll teach you the art of seafaring.

Quiet night. Silence at full capacity. Noiselessness is spilling over like a coffee cup full of jock cock. In a contact sport I’ve got to protect my genitals.

I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.

What does homophobia look like when it’s stripped bare of fancy costumes like family values and tradition? It looks like that group of strange, angry people who protest at the funerals of U.S. soldiers who’ve died fighting for our country.

Watch very closely as the magical angel and I are swallowed by the rainbow twister, and left stranded on the glitter way.

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

I put the hands in handsome. Then I put my penis in those hands. That’s some good-looking lovemaking.

The thing we have in common is we both love to make love. Maybe one day we can merge our mutual interest and make love to each other.

While they had security escort me out of the building, they couldn’t forcibly remove the trophy from my anus. If love were a competition, I’d be the winner.

People are temporary, but love is eternal.

Love is an award you win by losing—or giving it away. Trophies collect dust, but love is the ultimate prize.

I need a tube-shaped bathtub, to play the tuba in. I make love like I make music—in a shower that’s in a phone booth that’s in 1981, the year before I was born.

I pee in the sink, so I can save time by washing my hands at the same time that I am urinating. I’ll bet you’re wondering where my favorite place to make love is.

His haircut looked like a spinning Frisbee on his forehead, and that’s why I fell in love. Because his girlfriend got tired of stray dogs trying to catch his face, and she liked that I attracted cats with my catnip body odor.