Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

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.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.