Luck consists largely of hanging on by your fingernails until things start to go your way.

The way to a man's heart is through his chest.

You're always going to be too young for something important to you, too old for something else, and the timing is just not going to be right for a third set of things. That's life, and you can make yourself crazy by dwelling on that. Or you can figure out what you are the right age for, and what the timing is right for, and celebrate those things.

Where can I get some tat? I'd like to trade it in.

I'm content to stand on tradition. I'm even more content to wipe my feet on it.

Ennui and lethargy are waging a war inside me.