The truth will always have a market.
I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.
I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.
In God we trust; all others pay cash.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.