It Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or

If I Were A Headmaster, I Would Get Rid Of The History Teacher And Get A Chocolate Teacher Instead And My Pupils Would Study A Subject That Affected All Of Them.

My Father Was A Norwegian Who Came From A Small Town Near Oslo. He Broke His Arm At The Elbow When He Was 14, And They Amputated It.

I Regard Each Sentence As A Little Wheel... Now And Again I Try To Put A Really Big One Next To A Very Small One In Such A Way That The Big One, Turning Slowly, Will Make The Small One Spin So Fast That It Hums. Very Tricky, That.

I'd Rather Be Fried Alive And Eaten By Mexicans.

To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.