To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love

My Wit Is Sharper Then The Finest Mustache, And When I Walk Among Men I Make Truths Ring Like Spurs.

I-i Am Going To Be A Storm-a Flame- I Need To Fight Whole Armies Alone; I Have Ten Hearts; I Have A Hundred Arms; I Feel Too Strong To War With Mortals- Bring Me Giants!

How Obvious It Is Now--the Gift You Gave Him. All Those Letters, They Were You... All Those Beautiful Powerful Words, They Were You!.. The Voice From The Shadows, That Was You... You Always Loved Me!" Roxanne

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells The Truth Prematurely.

All Our Souls Are Written In Our Eyes.