If you can't remember the small things, how are you going to remember the big things? The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.
When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again.
My power is discombobulatingly devastating.
How dare these boxers challenge me with their primitive skills? It makes me angry.
God, it would be good to be a fake somebody rather than a real nobody.
Destroy or be destroyed! I just love that way of life!