The Sun Was In Mind To Come

That You, Sister. May You Be The Mother Of A Bishop.

The Only Thing I Envy In Young People Is Their Livers.

A General And A Bit Of Shooting Makes You Forget Your Troubles ... It Takes Your Mind Off The Cost Of Living.

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.