And Anything Worth Dying For

In Short, Clevinger Was One Of Those People With Lots Of Intelligence And No Brains, And Everyone Knew It Except Those Who Soon Found It Out.

If Character Is Destiny, The Good Are Damned.

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

How Much Reverence Can You Have For A Supreme Being Who Finds It Necessary To Include Such Phenomena As Phlegm And Tooth Decay In His Divine System Of Creation? What In The World Was Running Through That Warped, Evil, Scatological Mind Of His When He Robbed Old People Of The Power To Control Their Bowel Movements?

Be Glad You're Even Alive.' Be Furious You're Going To Die.