“Which looks like a mixture of lacrosse and second-degree manslaughter.”

“You're welcome to take a bath. You look like the second week of the garbage strike.”

“She [Lucrezia] also had bright yellow hair, which she washed once a week with a mixture of saffron, box shavings, wood ash, barley straw, madder, cumin seed, and one thing and another to bring out the hidden glints and restore its natural color. You left it on your head for twenty-four hours and washed it off with lye made from cabbage stalks, the only hazard of which was the second-degree burn. If your hair remained on the scalp, you were a blonde.”

“It [i. e., his look] held the fatal mixture of stupidity and cunning that lurks at the bottom of all evil.”

“Looks like you're on a roll. This is the second car you've toasted this week."
Carl Costanza - Hot Six”

“The first degree of folly is to conceit one's self wise; the second to profess it; the third to despise counsel.”

“If you have any doubt about the degree with which this is self-defense, just look at those pictures from September 11th.”

“If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two?”

“Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.”

“A society like the Church, which claims to be Divine is perhaps more dangerous on account of the ersatz good which it contains then on account of the evil which sullies it.
Something of the social labelled divine: an intoxicating mixture which carries with it every sort of license. Devil disguised.”