The only magazines I read are car magazines.
I've loved reading all my life.
My mother taught me to read.
If I couldn't read, I couldn't live.
I'm not that smart, and I don't read things.
I don't read all the newspapers.
Write as if no one is going to read it.
[...] "I recall what you said to me once," Will went on. "That words have the power to change us. Your words have changed me, Tess; they have made me a better man than I would have been otherwise. Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have...
Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name. “Does your mother call you Pigeon?” “No.” “Then to me you are Paul.” ... “Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. “My mother never calls me Nathan.” “Is it...
It is right that you should read according to your temperament, occupations, hobbies, and vocations. But it is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar, unwilling to explore the unfamiliar. In science, we respect the research ...
I’ve got hair in my mouth, because I replaced my teeth with my cat. This makes it more fun to pet my gums.
Respect doesn’t have to be shiny. It just needs to be wearable. Would you be so kind as to hold my jockstrap while I stir your hot coffee?
Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice?
I refuse to dispense chewable advice for free. I’m not a bubblegum machine. No, my fees are 25 cents higher.
I admire the Stanley Cup. I’ll bet winning it could provide enough clean water for half of Africa (the middle half).
I was seen spotted with an older woman and a girl half my height in age. A leopard was also spotted.
I think people over the age of 6’2” look great. Just look at me! I was born in less than 19.82 inches.
The best date I’ve ever been on was March 5th, 1982, the year I was born. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget that date.
The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
My dreams and ambitions kept me company on the way there, and despair and regret were passengers on my return trip. I should have ridden a horse and not bothered with all that.
A pear, an apple, and a banana in a basket on a table isn’t art, no matter how skillfully painted. But it is something to talk about, or at least a tasty way to utilize one’s mouth.
