The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.
In the afterlife you don't have to worry about looking for work.
If I judged anybody I wouldn't have any friends.
He's too short, he's too... tall, he's... just not going to work.
No, I'm all man. I even fought in WWII. Of course, I was wearing women's undergarments under my uniform.
One is always considered mad when one perfects something that others cannot grasp.