Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

Bring it on, Tinker Bell.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.

I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.