The extraordinary's the norm.

Give me B movies or give me death!

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.

His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.

I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.