I spent many years laughing at Harry Secombe's singing until somebody told me that it wasn't a joke.
And God said, 'Let there be light' and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
The process of elimination, combined with a modicum of common sense, will always assist us to arrive at the correct conclusion with the maximum of possible accuracy and the minimum of hard labor. Which being translated means: I guessed it.
Surround yourself with only people who are going to lift you higher.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.
I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.
“FEAR stands for fuck everything and run.”