“When I left high school with my diploma, it felt like I was holding a key that would unlock the door to a better world. Every teacher I passed on my way down to the parking lot—the ones who suspended… — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
I wonder: when a Jehovah's Witness dies and goes to Heaven, does God hide behind the door and pretend He's not home? — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
“Postmodernism has turned into this devil's vortex where no matter what you do, your neck will be turned and your face shoved into a foreign example, and worse, no matter what you say, despite the context, it will be considered a postmodern device. That's the danger of postmodernism: it poses itself as something that can't be trumped, something you can’t… — Brian Celio Copy Share
I watch what I eat every day. I mean, who actually eats with their eyes closed? — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
A government full of Democrats would rather have you be a Republican, and a government full of Republicans would rather have you be a… — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
I write my own quotes. Except this one. I obviously stole this from somebody really clever. — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
What's love if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get back once lost? What's hate if not the thing you'll do… — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
Some people put up a peace sign with one hand. Some people put up the middle finger instead. I use two hands and put… — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
I imagine the life of an atheistic praying mantis to be rather torturous. — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
“History, lie of our lives, mire of our loins. Our sins, our souls. Hiss-tih-ree: the tip of the pen taking a trip of three steps (with one glide) down the chronicle to trap a slick, sibilant character. Hiss. (Ss.) Tih. Ree. He was a pig, a plain pig, in the morning, standing five feet ten on one hoof. He was… — Brian Celio Copy Share
