I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.
You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.
The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.
God does so love to make a man break a promise.
Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.
When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.