“Dusty Rhodes and Sapphire. They’re a lovely twosome, or threesome, or foursome, or twenty-fifthsome.”

There’s a counter for every hold and a hold for every counter, and a lunch counter for every person that you know Schivone.

This guy makes coffee nervous.

You know they say money can’t buy happiness. Give me 50 bucks and watch me smile

You run your life according to all this stuff that’s happened to you. All of your memories affect everything you do whereas with a computer, there’s adaptive software and things, but it’s more literal.

I want my true love, because I don’t have so much time, and I wanna spend my time with the right girl

Stu Hart trained all his kids–only three of them use the litter box.

You don’t have to yell at me Schiavone. I’m not blind!

The whole of the global economy is based on supplying the cravings of two per cent of the world’s population.

North Dakota State. What do you have to do there to graduate? Milk a cow with your left hand?

Obviously some cheap motel is missing a shower curtain.

He looks like something that fell out of a deck of cards!

You’re 83? Really? You don’t look it. I would’ve guessed 81 or 82.

I know all about cheating. I’ve had six very successful marriages.

I once asked him what came at the end of the sentence… and he said “parole”.

I heard a rumor that your mom and dad ran away from home.

I grew up in a very suburban neighborhood, so I was used to everything being safe and lovely.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

I thought how lovely and how strange a river is.

Listen, I have to spend every single day living with me, so I know for a fact; I’m lovely, I’m completely lovely.

It sounds so lovely in French. So I took that because it was the subject: I and myself and myself and I. Which is, in a way, boring, because it is a contradiction.

The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one.

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.

Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t want to live there.