I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

Fate is a wheel that turns without our hand

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.