I have the body of an eighteen year old. I keep it in the fridge.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light

For ten years Caesar ruled with an iron hand. Then with a wooden foot, and finally with a piece of string.

I have got so low that I have asked to be hospitalized and for deep narcosis (sleep). I cannot stand being awake. The pain is too much... Something has happened to me, this vital spark has stopped burning - I go to a dinner table now and I don't say a word, just sit there like a dodo. Normally I am the centre of attention, keeps the conversation going, - so that is depressing in itself. It's like another person taking over, very strange. The most important thing I say is 'good evening' and then I go quiet.

I'm Irish. We think sideways

I'm a hero with coward's legs.

Archduke Franz Ferdinand Found Alive! First World War a Mistake!