And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.
God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.
But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.
What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.