The miser is as much in want of what he has as of what he has not.

There's something about witnessing something in the sky that makes people think they're seeing something unique or special. I don't really understand the psychology of it, to be honest.

Do you mind if I sit back a little? Because your breath is very bad.

Do you want to be strangely various, or do you want to be purely yourself? Either way, revere no one.

I no have education. I have inspiration. If I was educated, I would be a damn fool.