If I had died it would have been even better for you political bratchnies, would it not, pretending and treacherous droogs as you are.' But all that came out was er er er.

Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.

Ignorance and poverty are the best condiments for the great feast of the world, but the inexperienced and poor are never invited to it.

A character, to be acceptable as more than a chess piece, has to be ignorant of the future, unsure about the past, and not at all sure of what he's supposed to be doing.

Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.

Alex like groweth up, Oh Yes.