If I had anything to say I'd have a say to everybody.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

When I die, just keep playing the records.

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him, her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

Lots of the things we do are dangerous, but life itself is dangerous; nothing is really worth bothering with that isn't full of danger

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

Of course war is horrible, but at present it's still the only guarantee of peace.