Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.
Van's sweater was soaked in blood.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.