I never have anything to talk about.

Usually, jet lag is not this big of an issue for me. I'm not sure why I'm so disoriented this time. It could be due to the amount of chocolate and french fries I've eaten in the last two and a half weeks.

I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.

Let's stop playing with ourselves and get on with the entertainment, shall we?

The theme of the party was Neverland Ranch, so guests were asked to come as anyone or anything associated with Michael Jackson. It was all very disturbing.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far, today's experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun.

I always like to get local music when I'm in another country.

I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.

I have found that many other countries will buy off on anything American. As much as they hate us, they want to be us more than anything.

Personally, I think tying garbage bags around your head and hands is overkill.

My bedspread isn't washable. Since my bedding has to be washed every day, I'll have to throw it out.

I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.

I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.

I'd like to run for office someday, but I'm afraid my ability to spell might give me an unfair advantage.

I never have anything to talk about.

I had glow in the dark bands made up and I've given away a ton of them.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

I am severely distracted these days. It's hard to sit in front of the computer, uploading bad music for hours, when you have a wonderful boyfriend who treats you like a Goddess.

I can remember the frustration of not being able to talk. I knew what I wanted to say, but I could not get the words out, so I would just scream.

I mean the only thing that is hopefully good about us is after the arguments we can actually still face each other the next day or the day after and talk about something else and sort of get over it.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.

But I found a lot of artists at the Cedar Bar were difficult for me to talk to.

I didn't have a boyfriend until I was 17. There were boys at school that I would find out later had a crush on me but I was too shy to talk to them.

As I say, there was this movement to try to bring philosophers and mathematicians together into an organization where they would talk to each other. An organization wasn't effective unless you had a journal. That's about all I know.

And they talk about their bona fide doctors. They have a list of doctors that signed affidavits from looking at a picture of Terry. That's where they get their information from, by looking at a picture.

Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.

There is a neurologist, a woman over at Harvard who wanted me to come talk to them, and in France I have a lot of readers in the sciences. I can't tell you why.

Actually the copies of characters is something I don't particularly like to talk about in articles but just for your information, most characters there's only one.

I appreciate life, talk a lot, love to laugh, and am very optimistic.

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

When I talk to people in need, they tell me they want to hope; they are eager for opportunity; they are ready for better days. And I can tell you that every time their hopes are disappointed, all nations lose.

Americans are big boys. You can talk them into almost anything. Just sit with them for half an hour over a bottle of whiskey and be a nice guy.

The rule is not to talk about money with people who have much more or much less than you.

I just have some restaurants to just go and eat there. Do mean places to watch people? I like to go shopping look for guitars and stuff with my friends. Look at Meyer, great old instruments, talk about pedals and stuff.

Where I come from, you don't really talk about how much you're earning. Those things are private. My dad never told my mum how much he was earning. I'm certainly not going to tell the world. I'm doing well.

I can't talk to a man who bears an undeserved animosity towards ferrets.

The opportunity to create a small world between two pieces of cardboard, where time exists yet stands still, where people talk and I tell them what to say, is exciting and rewarding.

I cannot sing, dance or act; what else would I be but a talk show host.

Let's talk of a system that transforms all the social organisms into a work of art, in which the entire process of work is included... something in which the principle of production and consumption takes on a form of quality. It's a Gigantic project.

In my column series "The Main Thing," I often talk about how Internet technology can improve the way people communicate - both within a business and between a business and its customers and partners.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

If you talk to God, you are praying. If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.

I thought that I was going to have to pay them to do what I wanted to do, that was how much fun I was having. You're 20 years old and you're hanging out with rock stars and going to fabulous parties, and then you talk about it!

If a lion could talk, we could not understand him.

Success and failure are greatly overrated. But failure gives you a whole lot more to talk about.

Hey kid, do you want to come and talk to Charlie?

I think it's time to do clean-up for a generation. I believe this is one of the movies that hits home for all colors and all races. Everybody I talk to, black or white, suburban, rich or poor, can relate to rejection, can relate to not having a father or a mother.

I'm pretty gross. When I talk I can be gross and crude.