Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

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

Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

Cats gravitate to kitchens like rocks gravitate to gravity.

The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?

The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.

But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.