It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub — you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.
If looks could kill you would be a fucking shot gun.
Love is like taking a dump. Sometimes it works itself out, but sometimes, you've gotta give it a nice hard slimy push.
It's like a fucking boat, Tommy. Full of heavy cargo, like coal or iron. Sometimes it slips to one end. And the boat tips. I can feel it slipping. And I can feel the boat tipping. But there ain't nothing I can do about it. It's like me fuckin' head's just like this fuckin' black fucking barge! And it just fucking drifts in and out, in and out.
Life — a book in a foreign tongue,
that hurts our ears.