How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
An uncle of mine emigrated to Canada and couldn't take his guitar with him. When I found it in the attic, I'd found a friend for life.
When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around.
My logic's been drowned in a sea of emotion.
Money's only important when you don't have any.
Mr. Breschnev says we will bury you, I don't subscribe to that point of view. It seems like such an ignorant thing to do, if the Russians love their children, too.