It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that's why I did it....Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.