We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

He paused, twisting his goatee, considering the law in Deuteronomy that forbade clothes with mixed fibers. A problematic bit of Scripture. A matter that required thought. "Only the devil wants man to have a wide range of lightweight and comfortable styles to choose from," he murmured at last, trying out a new proverb. "Although there may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better

You'll have pie in the sky when you die.