You gotta run more than your mouth to escape the treadmill of mediocrity. A true hustler jogs during the day, and sleepwalks at night.

Betsy did not answer. She was a talker, her family always said, but sometimes when she most wanted to talk she couldn't say a word.

I’m a murderer. I killed the conversation. She said she loved me, and I said, “If you love me, wait until you meet my clone!

Stage fright is very common and could be overcomed through step by step processes, but stuttering is a fright that takes time to conquer.

But saying stuff, even if it's good, isn't enough. Dad never did anything, he just talked about it. Even I knew you needed plans.

I always keep the weather in my pocket, so no matter where I go, I always have something to talk about. Sudden thunderstorms embarrass me.

I enjoy poetry where I can talk as bizarre as I please, but theology or philosophy, I always respect the truth by taking it a step further.

Mouths are longer than they are wide, to ensure words don’t come out sideways. Even the word “sideways” comes out straight.

I like how cats’ ears can flip inside out. It’s as if they’re saying, Keep talking, human, but I’m not even listening.

I considered the concept of "oversharing", and what undersharing might be, and whether it was ever possible to settle on something in between.

I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I’m still going on about her.

It ain't always about what the mouth say. The devil will tell you he's God. The devil will tell you he's "real" and we know better.

Well, it's really no use our talking in the way we have been doing if the words we use mean something different to each of us...and nothing.

There’s always something to talk about, even if you talk about how there is nothing to talk about. Of course, I’m talking about love.

It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you.