In a recent Valentine's Day posting on her fan website Britney Spears says that - oh who cares?

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

If you want an interesting party sometime combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it human and otherwise are imaginary excepting only certain of the fairy folk whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.

I suppose for me as an artist it wasn't always just about expressing my work I really wanted more than anything else to contribute in some way to the culture that I was living in. It just seemed like a challenge to move it a little bit towards the way I thought it might be interesting to go.

A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.

I simply do not distinguish between work and play.

A day of worry is more exhausting than a week of work.

If it is surely the means to the highest end we know can any work be humble or disgusting? Will it not rather be elevating as a ladder the means by which we are translated?

Most films seem to be about a man and a women falling in love at some point and once you pass forty-five it's almost disgusting to fall in love.