Life is like a box of Hand grenades,You never know what will blow you to kingdom come

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.

The fact of the matter is that I wanted to hold a grudge in some funny kind of way.Against everybody.

Never let anyone know what you are thinking.