“Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” - Owen”

“Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” - Owen”

“Ninety percent of my work is crap,” he continued. “Another nine percent is mediocre, and then there are those rare gems that are actually useable.”

“If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.”