Longhaired preachers come out every night, Tryin' to tell us what's wrong and what's right. But when asked about something to eat, They will tell you in voices so sweet. You will eat (You will eat!) By and by, (By and by!) In that glorious land in the sky. (Way up high!) Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die. (That's a lie!)

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

Love requires Context.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.