In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.
Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.