I staggered into a Manchester bar late one night on a tour and the waitress said "You look as if you need a Screaming Orgasm". At the time this was the last thing on my mind.

And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!

Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you’re going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he’ll grow up to be a demon just because his dad became one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give birth to tailless mice. No. Upbringing is everything. Take it from me.

In her own special category, she was quite beautiful. This was the category of all the women, in his entire life, who had ever thought he was worth smiling at.

His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

The pamphlet was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.

Don't look back!" "Why not?" "Because I just did! Run faster!