Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950__. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

-No, not it...I mean...what makes things break up like they do?-Piggy rubbed his glasses slowly and thought. When he understood how Ralph had gone towards accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride.-I donnot, Ralph. I expect it's him.--Jack?--Jack- A taboo was evolving round that word too.

It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

I assigned him to help me trim the Brussels sprouts, but instead he kept trying to throw them away when he thought I wasn__ looking. __russels sprouts, Grace, really? These are our friends. Why are you doing this to them?