comical

I find a good cliche very comforting in times of stress." said the Sage.

Assumptions are unopened windows that foolish birds fly into, and their broken bodies are evidence gathered too late.

If you want to know what's going on, keep your mind in the fridge or it might go off.

It is better to make an irrational noise in a bush than in a desert.

I've never been lost, but I was mighty turned around for three days once.

...You see I believe in that stuff to: yoga and mystical powers. I once knew a man who could kill himself on command. Can you believe that? . . . Why do you laugh? . . . Believe it! By will of his own mind, he could make his heart stop beating for good' My neighbor poised and looked seriously at me, searching in my eyes. '...You laugh!' he repeated once more_ 'You laugh, but he was a master at it! He could commit suicide at his own will!' Indeed, hearty laughter streamed through my nose. 'Could he do it perpetually?' I asked. 'Perpetually...?' My neighbor rubbed his waxy chin. 'I mean, is he still able to do it?' 'I__ not sure I understand.' 'Well? Then is he dead_?!'My neighbor's puzzled face slowly began to transform into a look of realization. 'But sir,' he said, 'Of course he__ dead! I mean to say... this man could kill himself on command, you see. And you don__ come back from the dead!' The two of us found ourselves crossing to the door so I could let my visitor out. I slapped him with friendliness on the shoulder. 'No, you don__ come back from the dead,' I agreed.

There is a night school where you shall meet great teachers: The sky! When the night falls, the shining stars in the school will teach you how small you are and how comical to own an ego!

It's okay to laugh, you know. The earth's not going to split open. You're not going to hell. Believe me. If there's a hell, I'll be there ahead of you, and they'll be too busy with me to even check you in.

I was beginning to think that Simon just had a bad case of OCD, ADD, and PMS. With a little BS and OMG mixed in.

If teams had to name themselves honestly, they__ all be the Pimple-Faced Teenagers.

I cannot, I cannot,' cried Marianne; 'leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me! But do not torture me so. Oh! how easy for those who have no sorrow of their own to talk of extertion!

It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical