I bet you anything that 10 times out of 10, Nicky, Vinny and Tony will beat the shit out of Todd, Kyle and Tucker.
We're going away. Pack your shit, folks. We're going away. And we won't leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam … The planet'll be here and we'll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet'll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.
I think everyone should treat one another in a Christian manner. I will not, however, be responsible for the consequences.
Most people have very little control over what sort of day they're going to have. For instance, when one person says, Have a nice day, the other may well be thinking, I've just been diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, and I'm also coughing up thick black stuff. In this case the well-wisher's words will fall on deaf ears.
Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so heroic.