Everybody loves me, babies, dogs, ya know, hot girls, cougars. I just have unbelievable mass appeal.
I am like a praying mantis, after I have sex with a guy I will rip their heads off.
Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there.
Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
My mom and dad are both in stand-up comedy, so that's where I started, that's where I got everything. My roots are holding the mic.
Comedy wasn't something I chose - it chose me.
I don't go tanning anymore because Obama put a 10 percent tax on tanning. I feel like he did that intentionally for us, like McCain would never put a 10 percent tax on tanning because he's pale and he would probably wanna be tanned.
Laugh at yourself, but don't ever aim your doubt at yourself. Be bold. When you embark for strange places, don't leave any of yourself safely on shore. Have the nerve to go into unexplored territory.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
The sure-thing boat never gets far from shore.
I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.