The hand can be quicker than the eye, and the mouth can be quicker than the brain.
Things are gradually falling into place on top of me.
I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
All I ask of Life is a constant and exaggerated sense of my own importance.
The price of freedom keeps going up, but the quality keeps deteriorating.
Please don't ask me what the score is. I'm not even sure what the game is.