Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
Dealing with my own life takes priority over other people dealing with my life.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
And I'll know my song well before I start singing
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.