The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.