When I Grow Up I Want To

Major Major Had Lied, And It Was Good. He Was Not Really Surprised That It Was Good, For He Had Observed That People Who Did Lie Were, On The Whole, More Resourceful And Ambitious And Successful Than People Who Did Not Lie.

I Want To Keep My Dreams, Even Bad Ones, Because Without Them, I Might Have Nothing All Night Long.

He Was A Self-made Man Who Owed His Lack Of Success To Nobody.

Someone Had To Do Something Sometime. Every Victim Was A Culprit, Every Culprit A Victim, And Somebody Had To Stand Up Sometime To Try To Break The Lousy Chain Of Inherited Habit That Was Imperiling Them All.

Well, He Died. You Don't Get Any Older Than That.