When you stop growing you start dying.
I detest limitations of any kind, and intend to establish my ass some place where I am a virgin on the police blotter.
Too perfect to be sexually attractive.
The Planet drifts to random insect doom.
Thanks, for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business. Thanks, for a nation of finks.
The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.