Suppose Everyone On Our Side Felt That

She Was The Epitome Of Stately Sorrow Each Time She Smiled.

But The God I Don't Believe In Is A Good God, A Just God, A Merciful God. He's Not The Mean And Stupid God You Make Him Out To Be.

Now You've Given Them Hope, And They're Unhappy. So The Blame Is All Yours.

The Promises Of Maniacs, Like Those Of Women, Are Not Safely Relied Upon.

There's A Rule Saying I Have To Ground Anyone Who's Crazy ... There's A Catch. Catch-22. Anyone Who Wants To Get Out Of Combat Duty Isn't Really Crazy.