

I’m afraid of women. They scream and they scratch and sometimes they step on your toes
Everybody needs somebody
Feel your pain flowing freely out of your heart and into my hand. — I feel it
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate…
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 18)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death…
Hi, babe. Long time no see.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass…
… of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
(Wordsworth)
“A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!” (Shakespeare, Richard III, act V)
And all that hogwash about horses! The loyalty of the horse! The intelligence of the horse! The intelligence? You know a horse has a brain just about the size of a walnut. They’re mean, they’re treacherous and they’re stupid. There isn’t a horse born that had enough sense to move away from a hot fire. No sensible man loves a horse. He tolerates the filthy animal only because riding is better than walking.
Hey, honey, if you could cook, I’d marry you
Another thing: did you ever taste horse ? Hasn’t got a gamy flavor. Hasn’t got a beef flavor. It just tastes like horse
Now all I got to do is wait