When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?
I got here the same way the coin did.
What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you.
I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.