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

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

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!)

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.