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After 50 years of television, there's no other conclusion the aliens could draw, but that most humans are neurotic, death-hungry, dysfunctional idiots.

You think this necklace is a tailsman?" "Yep, I'm not stupid Leif. I hang with Death, ya know.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

And she was game. They're all game, if you take your time and use your brains—and aren't sixty-four years old.

And virtually every man, woman, and child among them wears that now ubiquitous badge of defiant solidarity, the black-and-white "Where is Lindbergh?" button.

I am more of a menace than I realize. This is serious. Premature senility. Senilitia, dementia, hell-bent-for-disaster erotomania.

I was suddenly alarmed about leaving this attractive forty-five-year-old woman alone with him, dead though she was.

so conspicuous was his abhorrence of "rebellious insolence" that he might have been enunciating the name of a menace resolved to undermine not just Winesburg, Ohio, but the great republic itself.

The professors are always schlepping in Swift to defend some farsbtunkeneh nobody.

There's a plot afoot all right, and I'll gladly name the forces propelling it—hysteria, ignorance, malice, stupidity, hatred, and fear.

One prominent spiritual leader insists, "The only way to have a genuine spiritual revival is to have legislative reform." Could he have that backwards?

The solution to sin is not to impose an ever-stricter code of behavior. It is to know God.

Repentance, not proper behavior or even holiness, is the doorway to grace. And the opposite of sin is grace, not virtue.

defects. I escape the force of gravity again when

senseless. I prefer the word "buzzed," following the brain/amplifier analogy.

Now he must put into practice all his fine poetic thoughts about romantic love.

I wil not heat treason from my own daughter What will you do behead me for treason? We are not an amry at war We are an army at war! This is your brother's rightful throne that we are talking about

This child could not command a pet dove. Harsh but true, lol!

The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.

lechery? he asked with a wink, guessing from the hour that I had been with some palace kitchen-maid. Oh aye, most vile, I said cheerfully, and jumped into the boat.

much commented on. I have three new hoods to match, which

At the thought of her death I felt a confusing pang of genuine distress mixed with elation

I don't want to help, I want to hinder. I adore your hair, I like to see it loose.

pillion saddle on Archibald's horse and a man-at-arms lifts