Everything I've ever told you, including this, is a lie.
The garden of Eden was a boggy swamp just south of Croydon. You can see it over there.
Job was what you'd technically describe as a loony.
I am blind -- but I am able to read thanks to a wonderful new system known as 'broil' . . . I'm sorry, I'll just feel that again.
You realize that suicide's a criminal offense. In less enlightened times they'd have hung you for it.
I've always been after the trappings of great luxury. But all I've got hold of are the trappings of great poverty. I've got hold of the wrong load of trappings, and a rotten load they are too, ones I could have very well done without.