"It's not like I wake up in a rage that there's only 84 keys on a piano"
(or something to that effect, it's hard to remember word for word at 4am but I was struck by the fact that anyone MIGHT wake up in a rage)
— Brian Eno
"The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind."
(a case, if there ever was one, for reading classics to one's children)
— Robert Louis Stevenson
"Ma'am, am I going to have to arrest you?"
— dismayingly idiotic policeman
(annoyed at me for daring to suggest that he and his cronies are doing very little about the obnoxious pit bull down the street that has, so far, mauled three dogs)