Each man kills the thing he loves.
But what I do I do because I like to do.
Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.
He said it was artificial respiration, but now I find I am to have his child.
Well, well, well, well. If it isn't fat, stinking billygoat Billy-Boy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou.
To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.