Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.
Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical ReadingMusical Chairs. Except I thought, when God's providing the music, everyone gets a chair.
Who Is My Shelter?I stitched an itch to my side. As far as surgeries go, I’m just barely scratching the surface.
So many chairs, and no time to sitAround here there’s not much to do, I’m afraid. Actually, I’m lying. That’s not one of my fears.
So many chairs, and no time to sitFor your birthday I got you some batteries. They’re dead, just like you’ll soon be.
So many chairs, and no time to sitI’ll give you the mother-in-law discount—200% of the 50% off sales price.
So many chairs, and no time to sitThough my stomach is only the size of a pea, I could eat two politicians’ brains.
So many chairs, and no time to sitA real patriot doesn’t unconditionally stick up for his government—he stands up for freedom.
So many chairs, and no time to sitI got you a birthday present. The box is the exact same size as a coffin.
So many chairs, and no time to sitI place a higher value on human life than on no human life. But only barely.
So many chairs, and no time to sitIgnoring plus ignorance equals ignoringance—knowing a problem exists, but doing nothing to fix it.
So many chairs, and no time to sit