My ancestors came over from Germany about the time of the Civil War and one of them lost a leg and went back to Germany.
If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don't need an enemy.
I guess everybody who isn't dead yet is a survivor.
If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.
They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.
A book is an arrangement of twenty-six phonetic symbols, ten numerals, and about eight punctuation marks, and people can cast their eyes over these and envision the eruption of Mount Vesuvius or the Battle of Waterloo.