Why even moon a sorority girl if they can't see the swingy egg bag part of it?

Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?

Why employ intelligent and highly paid ambassadors and then go and do their work for them? You don't buy a canary and sing yourself.

Why else would two people shut
their green blinds and half
fall into each other?

Why else lead a life of bad banquet dinners, cigar smoke, camp chairs, foul breath, and excruciatingly dull jargon if not to avoid the echoes of what is not known.

Why else do we write and write except to move our readers?

Why e-mail a full emotional statement when, instead, you can text a totally insignificant and ambiguous half-considered phrase?

Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.

Why dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?

Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit,

Or what is worse, be left by it?

Why dost thou load thyself when thou 'rt to fly,

Oh, man! ordain'd to die?

Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high,

Thou who art under ground to lie?

Thou sow'st and plantest, but no fruit must see,

For death, alas! is reaping thee.

Why dost thou complain of this world? It detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.

Why don't you write that sentence down and read it? Then perhaps you would realize how insane you are. -Linus Wynter.

Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.

Why don't you trust women to make this choice for themselves? We can encourage people to support life. Of course we can. But why don't you trust women? Why doesn't Donald Trump trust women to make this choice for themselves? That's what we ought to be doing in public life. Living our lives of faith or motivation with enthusiasm and excitement, convincing other, dialoguing with each other about important moral issues of the day but on fundamental issues of morality, we should let women make their own decisions.

Why don't you talk, and go straight, and let all be well?

Why don't you swallow razor blades?

Why don't you start believing that no matter what you have or haven't done, that your best days are still out in front of you.

Why don't you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.

Why don't you read a novel? There's more truth in fiction than in fact.