She moans about everything anyway. You're damned if you do, damned if you don't with a bitch like her.

If you're reading this, then I guess someone, somewhere does go through the rubbish and read every piece of paper that gets balled up and tossed away. So in that case here it is- my name's Sal.

I am no coward sir! I shall stand and fight!"
"Well, I am," said Sal. "So can we go... please?

After all, what more does a true genius want? The mind itself is the palace where all the real treasures, the works of art, the indulgences exist.

Where there is mistrust and misunderstanding there is always a complain to arise.

Don't stand in traffic and complain about all the cars.