Humpty had always sat on walls, it was his way.
Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.
I have the death sentence in seven genres.
For a taste that's a bit more distinct, eat a bird before it's extinct.
He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.
Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.