Freedom without limits is just a word.
Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.
You can't second-guess ineffability, I always say.
All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.
Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.
Some of them wanted to sell me snake oil and I'm not necessarily going to dismiss all of these, as I have never found a rusty snake.