A man's head is his castle.
I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning
Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he's in his office.
Erogenous zones are either everywhere or nowhere.
If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?
How did I get here? Somebody pushed me. Somebody must have set me off in this direction and clus-ters of other hands must have touched themselves to the controls at various times, for I would not have picked this way for the world.