I know that even now, having watched enough television, you probably won't even refer to them as lepers so as to spare their feelings. You probably call them 'parts-dropping-off challenged' or something.

The angel has confided in me that he is going to ask the Lord if he can become Spider-Man. [...] The children need heroes, he says. I think he just wants to swing from buildings in tight red jammies.

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

May the IRS find that you deduct your pet sheep as an entertainment expense.

Hope is merely another face of desire.

It's very difficult to stay angry when a room full of bald guys in orange robes start giggling. Buddhism.

I've won Satan's lottery.