Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.

Half of life is fucking up, the other half is dealing with it.

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.

Half my life is an act of revision.

We were halves throughout, and to that degree that methinks by outliving him I defraud him of his part.

Half the world is laughing at the other half, and all are fools.

Me? I'm a mocker!

Our ridicule and disgust are in the end aimed at some unavowed part of our own selves.

We are what we are, and half of what we are is what we are not.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

I'd estimate at least half of my frustrations with others are actually frustrations with myself for failing to set clear boundaries and stand by them.

I do admit to mocking atheists, because mockery is a legitimate form of debate according to my rule Book. God Himself mocks evil men who refuse His moral government (see Proverbs 1:26-27).