"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the road less traveled by and they CANCELLED MY FRIKKIN' SHOW. I totally shoulda took the road that had all those people on it. Damn."
— Joss Whedon

"Every day's a negotiation and sometimes it's done with guns."
— Joss Whedon

"We are all freaks. Yes! Alone in our rooms at night, we are all weirdoes and outcasts and losers. That is what being a teenager is all about! Whether you admit it or not, you are all worried that the others won’t accept you, that if they knew the real you, they would recoil in horror. Each of us carries with us a secret shame that we think is somehow unique…And if we are, each of us, freaks – then can’t we accept what’s different in each other and move on?"
— James St. Jam

"Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader -- not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon."
— E.L. Doctorow

""All families are embarassing, and if they're not embarassing, then they're dead." "
— Mrs. Forman, That 70's Show

""He's just gonna be that pathetic guy... with breasts the size of watermellons... is what Moses said to the Egyptians.""
— Kelso

""That's... perfect Eric. Use that line when you run for Miss America.""
— Red Forman- That 70's Show

"We have all been empowered by the web: everyone with a keyboard can now effectively broadcast to a national audience. In a sense, it puts each of us on the same footing as the major media conglomerates, except for AOL, who now apparently own all our thoughts and teeth."
— John Hodgman

""I like my women like I like my wine - red and full with alcohol""
— That 70s Show, Fess

"RZA - In, out, get, grab, bong!
GZA - You need to 'diversify' ya bonds! Now, I don't know exactly what 'diversify' means, but it sounds hella impressive, hahaha"
— Robert Diggs aka RZA Gary Grice aka GZA

"Dude, you fugly"
— Dean Winchester

"I think im adorable"
— Dean Winchester

"Whats in the box,.... brad pitt,.. no"
— Dean Winchester

"This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling

Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love

Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door

Show me love, show me love, show me
love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm up off the floor

Show me love, show me love show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til it's inside my pores

Show me love, show me love, show me love,
Show me love, show me love,
'Til I'm screaming for more

Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense

You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up sticks
Played by fucking lunatics

Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love, Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more "
— T.A.T.U

"The Puffer Fish: Wherein the author flaunts his vocabulary.

His father was IRA and his mother was Quebecois, and they had reliquished their mortal coils in the internecine conflagration that ended their conjoined separatist movement, IRA-Q. The appellation he was given by his progenitors was Ray O'Vaque ("Like the battery," he'd elucidate, with an adamantine stare that proscribed any mirth). In his years of incarceration, however, he had earned the sobriquet "Uncle Milty" for his piscine amatory habits.
He had been emancipated from the penitentiary for three weeks, and now his restless peregrinations had conveyed him to this liminal place, seeking compurgation in the permafrost of the hyperborean tundra, which was an apt analogue of the permafrost in his heart. He insinuated himself into the caravansary with nugatory expectations, which were confirmed by the exiguous provisions for comfort. But then the bartender looked up from laving the begrimed bar, his eyes growing luminous as he ejactulated, "Milt!""
— Howard Mittelmark Sandra Newman (How Not to Write a Novel: 200 Classic Mistakes and How to Avoid Them: A Misstep-by-Misstep Guide)

"I just shot a friken bear!!!"
— Sawyer from lost

"I thrive off of cynical judgemental comments like your own, which come with the implicit assumption that you're better than other people. And Jason, I bet you are."
— Ze Frank

"...And AT&T could return to being the diarrhea-soaked, butt-fart, squirrel-knocker Monopoly is was in the 80's."
— Ze Frank