Originally Posted by: earthman buckWhoa. I like that one a lot.

I just remembered another line I always liked, from Denis Leary's "Asshole:"

"Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
while handicapped people make handicapped faces"

That's MY favorite line from that song, too!

Oh, also this from Ulysses. If anybody wants an in-depth analysis of this paragraph, I'm nerdy enough to give you one:

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgree, bluesilver, rust : colored signs. Limits of the diaphane But he adds : in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.