Nothing But Dust And Fundamentalists.

My Experience In Amsterdam Is That Cyclists Ride Where The Hell They Like And Aim In A State Of Rage At All Pedestrians While Ringing Their Bell Loudly, The Concept Of Avoiding People Being Foreign To Them.

If You Try To To Take My Bananas From Me, I Will Reclaim Them From Your Cold Dead Hands.

Theres No Stink More Sorrorful Than The Stink Of Wet, Burnt Paper. It Means: The End.

He Helped The Librarian Up. There Was A Red Glow In The Ape's Eyes. It Had Tried To Steal His Books. This Was Probably The Best Proof Any Wizard Could Require That The Trolleys Were Brainless.

If You Had Enough Money, You Could Hardly Commit Crimes At All. You Just Perpetrated Amusing Little Peccadilloes.