“Most of them never really listen to music.”

Some of them are wearing skirts that I’m pretty sure are supposed to be belts.

Not that anyone minds–no one’s paying attention to the music.

What kind of guidance counselor are you?

We add to it every now and then. It includes things like never date a guy whose computer costs more than his car (you’ll never get him to pay attention to you except over instant messages)

The Civil Rights Act of 1964 was the most sweeping civil rights legislation of its day, and included women’s rights as part of its reforms.

Ironically, the section on women’s rights was added by a senator from Virginia who opposed the whole thing and was said to be sure that if he stuck something about womens’ rights into it, it would never pass.

Let me get this straight,” I say. “You’re practically ordering me to die.

They don’t know what it’s like when a song changes your life.

When you’re dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it’s like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world.

Practically no one actually does.

Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing.

A long time ago, Trinity and I made a list of types of guys you should never date.

The bill passed anyway, though, much to the chagrin of a certain wiener from Virginia.

Never date a guy who has a pet lizard (he’s probably into weird stuff in bed) and never under any circumstances go on a second date with a guy who says the word “married” on the first date (he’ll turn out to be a mama’s boy or a religious type)

Wow,” says Peter, “when your guidance counselor tells you to die, you really have problems.

Slotted into broad diagnostic pigeonholes and provided generalized treatments that may not always meet their specific needs.

Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.

A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.

The fool too late, his substance eaten up, reckons the cost.

Good things soon find a purchaser.

When you’re all burned up, then you become light.

Nixon is finding out there are no tails on an Eisenhower jacket.

How bitter it is to reap a harvest of evil for good that you have done!