Sometimes you can’t help but root for the underdog. Most underdogs are complete losers, though.

There really is nothing like firsthand knowledge if it’s mine.

Fame had kept me from getting laid that night. Fame would make it so other people would bother me, follow me around with cameras, be all up in my shit, keep me from doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. Fame could even potentially kill me. It killed a lot of people: John Lennon, Princess Diana, Selena.

I hate almost throwing up. Only pussies throw up.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.

In a very little time they got to the corner of the field by the side of the pine wood where Eeyore's house wasn't any longer.
'There!' said Eeyore. 'Not a stick of it left! Of course, I've still got all this snow to do what I like with. One mustn't complain.