"Drink to me!" Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
"They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist--." General John
"Why not? After all, it belongs to him" Charlie Chaplin (1889-1977) after the priest asked "Would you give your soul to God?"
(Laughter) Abraham Lincoln
"Et tu, filii Brute? ~ You too, Brutus?" Julius Caesar (100-44 B.C.) before being stabbed
"Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
"Now I'm oiled. Keep me from the rats." Pietro Aretino (1492-1556)
"Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est ~ Friends applaud, the comedy is over." Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827)
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The Gray One's Diary
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. ~Carl Sandburg
Unique Disease wrote:
"You seem like you'd be so intimidatingly good at roleplaying, I'd quickly grow bored and not respond, leaving you up a creek without a paddle."
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