All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.
Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harassing that woman.
Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
I believe children are the future...which is why they must be stopped now!