Laughter is the shock absorber that eases the blows of life..

I've always been jealous of people who can tell stories really well in a room with a bunch of people. I've never been good at it because I'm not cock….

I kind of realized I couldn't blow the ball by everybody. In high school I could do that, but now it's not going to work. I need to pitch.'.

Sometimes I wish God would give me a Holy Ghost machine gun. I'd blow your head off!.

We all share beauty. It strikes us indiscriminately. There is no end to the beauty for the person who is aware. Even the cracks between the sidewalk ….

Set a goal so big that if you achieved it, it would blow your mind..

Leo frowned at the giant's spire. "Can't we blow it up or something?" "Without me, you do not have the power," Hera said. "You might as well try to d….

You know, in college, I smoked a little pot, did a little blow..

Considering the popularity of soaps with the African-American audience, it's grotesque that the entertainment industry, for all its vaunted liberalis….

You know that for sure because Godzilla was killed by an ordinary missile. He spends most of that film dodging them but then the Army finally gets a ….

I feel like I delivered a blow, an unfortunate blow to a profession that not only did I personally love doing but that I value for society..

Have you not budged an inch, then? Such is the daily news. Its facts appear to float in the atmosphere.... We should wash ourselves clean of such new….

Bob Dylan has a way with words that simply blows me away. When he forgets his lyrics he just makes up new ones on the spot, that is what I called tal….

A man who has once perceived, however temporarily and however briefly, what makes greatness of soul, can no longer be happy if he allows himself to b….

The bud, though plucked, would not be withered, only transplanted to a fitter soil to ripen and blow beneath a brighter sun; and though I might not c….

Kind of wish I was dead. Maybe, I'll blow my brains out, mama, or maybe I'll go bowling..

To me songwriting is more like redemption. I can extract the poison or the pollen, the essence from a situation and the rest becomes a husk that blow….

But here, in the murk of conflagration, where scarcely a friend is left to know we, the survivors, do not flinch from anything, not from a single blo….

They're us!They've repopulated the world, and now they've achieved the same state of idiocy they were in before, ready to blow themselves up all over….

If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options. You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it.….

I've always been serious that way, trying to evolve to a more conscious state. Funny thing about that,though. You tweak yourself,looking for more lov….