“Never let the bastards get you down!”

I want you to know, John, that you are the most important thing in this world to me.

I was perfectly fine not trusting people, not trusting people is what I’m used to

Social media is an amusement park for clinical narcissists.

Did I used to have a drinking problem?

Are we terrible parents?

If airplane safety videos have taught me anything, it’s that a mother puts her own mask on first.

One must champion oneself and say, I am ready for this!

If that’s not a cause for alcohol, I don’t know what is!

When one of us shines, all of us shine.

Let’s all pray we don’t wake up!

I won’t wear anything with an adhesive backing.

As much as I would love to contribute to the population growth of this town by way of teen pregnancies I must decline.

The world is falling apart around us and I’m dying inside.

Gossip is the devil’s telephone. Best to just hang up.

You are blind to reality and for that I am most proud.

This wine is awful. Get me another glass.

A lot of these ideas are built under wrong presumptions which officials have that chess players are lazy bastards whose sole idea is to deceive (the) public and to make short draws and go home. It’s not true. It’s a lie.

Don’t buy one of those baby intercoms. Babies pretend to be dead. They’re bastards, and they do it on purpose.

Why seek revenge? Karma is going to get the bastards anyway

Demagoguery and populism are rampant. We are the illegitimate children, the bastards of communism. It shaped our mentality.

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making other bastards die for their country.

It is a bastard to miss people who may not even remember you.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.