Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.
A sensible question, as Mrs. Clare, an admirer of logic, though a curious interpreter of it, was driven to admit.
I despise people who can't control themselves.
Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.
It is no shame to have a dirty face- the shame comes when you keep it dirty.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
There's got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.
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