It's the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people.
There are some bad people on the rise; they're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives.
Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.
I do maintain that if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong.
Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.
I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.