Don't be too eager to grow up. It ain't as much fun as it looks
I rode in a gang. We robbed trains, banks, held people ransom. We killed people we didn't like. Bill Williamson was in that gang. If I don't capture my former brother-in-arms, great harm will befall my family.
I'm many things, most of 'em bad. But a man of political principles? No.
People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.
We die alone, but we live among men.
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.