He was a writer and words were his weapons.

Just because he was pretty didn't mean he couldn't be improved by a smack upside the head with a piece of earnest hickory

The value of the work we do is the value we give to it.

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.

Well they're pissed off and they're hungry. I was kind of busy trying not to get my brains eaten. They seemed pretty adamant about the brain-eating thing. Then they're going to IKEA, I guess

The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.

Do we look like thrill-seekers? Wasn't it enough that we had to put up that sign reading NO HABLA ESPANOL and acknowledge the existence of thirty percent of the population, even in the negative?