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+ As intelligence goes up, happiness goes down.
See, I made a graph. I make a lot of graphs.
+ Mom,
romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile
takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized and
sold off piece by piece.
+ Look I know that to you, we Simpsons are a lower
order of life. We face that prejudice every day
of our lives, but we are happy on our little planet.
+ Bart,
having never received any words of encouragement
myself, I'm not sure how they're supposed to sound.
But here goes: I believe in you.
+ The city of Washington was built on a stagnant
swamp some two hundred years ago and very little
has changed; it stank then and it stinks now.
Only today, it is the fetid stench of corruption
that hangs in the air.
+ Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson
lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful
poetry the world has ever known.. then went crazy
as a loon.
+ I'm no theologian. I don't know who or what
God is. All I know is he's more powerful than
Mom
and Dad
put together.
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