Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.