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The French view Americans as a bunch of fat, simplistic, SUV-driving, gum-chewing, gun-shooting, mall-dwelling, John Wayne cowboys who put ketchup on everything we eat, including breath mints. Whereas we wiew the French as a bunch of snotty, hygiene-impaired, pseudo-intellectual, snail-slurping weenies whose sole military accomplishment in the past 100 years was inventing the tassled combat boot. Sadly-as is so often the case with vicious stereotypes-both sides are 100% correct. - Dave Barry True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. - Kurt Vonnegut Living is easy with eyes closed. - The Beatles The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy - Jim Rohn Where words fail, music speaks - Hans Christian Andersen Life is a sexually transmitted disease - Anonymous All the truths I am about to tell you are shameless lies - Kurt Vonnegut Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable - Woody Allen Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it - Swedish Proverb The best time for you to hold your tongue is the time you feel you must say something or bust - Josh Billings Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? - Corey Taylor Remember: your an accident. Forget the freak, your just nature - Corey Taylor All I ever truly have is me I have to earn everyone's respect, Even when they teach us in school, That we should respect all guests in the building, I'm here everyday, why can't I have some? - Me Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. - Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaman | ||||||